Heat rising

The longer they talked, the more visible the signs of Dasha's arousal became.

"Are you okay, Dasha? You look a little stressed," Gray sounded almost genuine as he leered at her increasingly spastic motions.

"I is fine," the blonde emphatically stated as she stood up, but immediately undermined herself with a hearty moan as she grabbed a handful of breast and twisted the nipple.

After removing the bunny headgear, she worked her way to the door and began to mindlessly hump the doorway.

Opening her eyes after a while, she looked straight at Samson.

"What is you doing? Why do I want..." her eyes closed again briefly.

Rising from his seat, Samson offered a soothing "Shhh" as he lightly grabbed her shoulders and brought her lips to his.

"No..." Dasha protested after the moment of intimacy, "not here, we must not here."