He ups his game

Was it because of instinct? Or did he somehow felt that small wet stain forming on her panties? The molester was already boldly rubbing her crotch from behind, yet he suddenly pushed himself against her while his free hand sneaked under her t-shirt and up her smooth tummy, directly grabbing her perky breasts before Roze could even understand what was going on.

This trick worked twice, since after diverging her attention towards the groping up on her chest, the hand rubbing her crotch circled her waist to reach the front before skilfully undoing the button and zip. As soon as the hot pants were loose the molester slipped his hand inside her panties, placing his paw directly over her moist labia, and after a pleased grunt over her wetness he began to skid his fingers over her pussy, faster and faster.