Ian also left one hand caressing her butt, while the other one slowly climb to the front, caressing her abdomen, climbing higher and higher ultimately grabbing Lyra's perky mounds.
"Uhmm... don't..."
Feeling his hands on her boob, Lyra protests unconsciously while nibbling on Ian's lips. She didn't even know that she was already getting more proactive than him.
Since she was wearing a long blue gown with a high neckline, he couldn't place his hands inside. So, he could only grab her bosom through her clothes, making her gasp in pleasure.
Lyra was already on the edge of her orgasm as she forgot everything and began to sway her hips on his rod faster and faster while breathing heavily.
Her mysterious place was already wet, making both hers and Ian's clothes wet.
"Uhmm... Ian... Ian... Ah...."
"What... What is happening?"
