Her eyes widen in surprise at the feel of your fist invading her most intimate place, but she doesn't pull away. Instead, she meets your gaze unflinchingly, a mixture of trust and want burning bright within them. Her hips rock forward eagerly, seeking more contact with your hand as you begin to move inside her.

"Harder..." - she whispers - "Please..." Her breath comes faster now, her chest heaving as she tries to catch air between the sensual assaults on her body.

The feel of your mouth and tongue on her breasts sends shockwaves of pleasure through her, making it nearly impossible for her to focus on anything but the sensation. Her hands dig into your shoulders, leaving tiny trails of blood where her nails scrape against your skin. "Ahhh..." - she moans - "That feels so good..." Her hips rock back and forth, seeking friction against your hand or mouth as you continue to torment her sensitive flesh.