Albert's large hand couldn't help but slip under her clothes, tracing along her shapely hips, lingering with gentle strokes. He felt her slender waist, her back so thin that her ribs could be felt, and then her small, rounded chest.
Skillfully, he undid the troublesome clasp, and his warm hand pressed against her softness, not moving much, just gently cupping and kneading it, again and again.
When he felt her softness blossoming in his palm, he released his hand, using his thumb to playfully flick her hardened bud, gently rubbing it, making her gasp and bury herself in his arms, while he grinned triumphantly, leaning down to find her lips and kiss her again.
