[ Has he told her lately how much he loves her style? It was worth repeating, several times, or maybe the evidence of his admiration was in his trousers right now- growing harder by the second. It was a shame she didn't get out, sexually, more often, he clearly had to remedy this. You know what else he loved about her? How she seemed game for anything once she was warmed up. At that smirk he thought 'that's my girl', but kept his voice reserved for the roles they were playing now. ]

Ooh, yeah. Your mum would kill me, my father would probably lock me up in my room forever. [ He shifted his eyes a moment, as if checking to see if anyone was too close. ] You're worth the trouble, love. [ Then he winked as he gave her another kiss, this one deeper. His tongue slipped past her lips, tangled up with hers, the passion behind it mounting higher and higher- then it abruptly broke. A playful lick was given to the tip of her nose, then he got out of his seat and turned to kneel in front of her.

He spread out her legs, then pulled her hips forward to bring her crotch closer to the edge. The fishnets were in the way, but let's be real, they were made to be ripped. So rip them he did! Enough so he could pull aside the thin strip of fabric covering that sexy snatch of hers, just as pretty as he remembered. He groaned low under his breath before he dove beneath her skirt and took a few generous licks from hole to clit. ]