Anything.

You admire the beauty of the girl for a moment, none of the small changes she undergoes escaping you, and approach her face to answer.

Her body no longer shakes. Instead, she sticks out her lips as she closes her eyes. This time, your kiss does not catch her by surprise. The huge, soft bites you take with your lips even bring a blush to her cheeks, her arms reaching for a tight lock around your neck.

As you exchange breaths and wrap around each other, your hand slides up her hip in a slow ascent to her bosom. Your kisses become rushed and your heart beats a painful rhythm in craving, your lips missing the mark a few times as the smell of saliva becomes of a perverse intensity.

Conversely, your hand is gentle and slow, your fingers caressing her shapes with care. She feels much too fragile to bite into her like an animal. Slowly, her moans turn clear, even shaky when you touch the right spots.

Thereafter, you pluck the skirt of her dress with your free hand and lift it, feeling underneath with a playful crawl on your fingers' part. Getting a good feel of her nipples through all her clothing is impossible, after all.

In response, her blush turns darker and her lower lip hides in between her teeth. Your hands continue groping and tugging at her silky corset, her own tickling a path down your back and around, visibly happy with how you're treating her.

By the time you reveal her chest underneath the dress, her skin turns moist, your hands kneading one breast each as her moans vibrate your lips. The sticky skin and smell of her sweat are erotic enough on their own to moisten your crotch, by no means any drier when she returns your gesture in full, squeezing a hand into your pants and wrapping your slimy tip in the soft heat of her fingers.

Every single touch of hers has its purpose. Her free hand feels all over your body to paint a better picture of you in her mind, an appropriate expression following every discovery, distorted by the ecstasy of the moment.

Playful. Excited. Surprised. Curious.

And all the while, her hand squeezes and loosens around your penis with a practiced rubbing motion.

"Huh... My turn- to ask..." she whispers with a pained voice, her attempts to hold back her moans causing great anguish. "...Fuck me! Mhmm!... I want to straddle you! Moan like a beast and lift me off the ground... Ah! And hold me... Hold me and thrust into me with the strength of a stallion! Haunt me!... More... I want you to haunt me and use me to sate your lust when I least expect it!... Huh!... Ah!"