Hands!

Yeah, for sure! You'll probably be way better with your hands than you would be with your mouth, since you use your hands more often. You'll have her screaming and creaming in no time!

Professor Phoebe, probably swayed by your sneaky feminine wiles, seems to have no objection as you lower your hand and begin to earnestly rub at her opening. You keep eye contact with her all the while, just to make sure she doesn't try anything, as you rub her off for free -- you're going up and down the lips, and then making circles across it, and gently pushing against it, but.... it would probably be too much to go inside of her, right? Maybe not, since there was that plug.... judging from her face, your fingers don't seem to be having all that much of an effect of her yet, but then again you've only just gotten started.

Oh? You're stopped as her hand takes hold of your little wrist, holding your arm in place. D-does that mean she came or something? Probably not, but it'd be nice. Still holding onto your hand, she leans back and slowly leads you down to the floor, where she lies back and places your hand over her entrance once again as you kneel beside her. Then, holding your thighs, she leads you into a new position mounting her -- she's got you sitting on her belly, facing her, with your hand behind you on her tight spot. Well.... alright then, if it's what she wants!

As you renew your rubbings, with even greater vigour, Professor Phoebe rubs her smiling lips and and forth against each other. Her eyes are analytical, locked entirely onto your motions and your methods as you sit atop her and try to **** her to lose control.

Hey, does she look cocky and arrogant right now? Totally! Alright, now she's done it, you're really gonna paste her hard! Until she can't walk! Until she can't think!

You bend backwards, to get some extra weight into your hand, as you go to down on her pussy. Your fingers are rubbing her snatch as fast as you can manage, and with a lot of **** too! You focus on the little nub at the top of her opening almost instinctually, but that doesn't mean you don't give the rest of it attention. You alternate between tracing fast and powerful circles around and across the nub, flicking it a few times in the process, and driving your first two fingers up and down the rest of the crevice at such **** that a few times they almost slip in. Even though they don't, the pressure is enough that they're perpetually on the edge of breaking through, their edges and tips several millimetres deep in her.

It's pretty erotic, and surprisingly has your heart beating really really fast in your chest -- you can feel the thrumming against your ribs, and you can hear the beat of your natural war drums over the soft schlicking of your potentially misguided efforts to cream Professor Phoebe. Your legs started off one on either side of Phoebe's torso as you sat on her stomach, but in time you have to rest more on your bum so that you can bring them back together and hide your growing wetness from her hungry all-seeing gaze. Sh-she's sorta wet too, but she's not even making any noises.... she's like some kind of super-duper-powerful sex machine!

You rub your thighs together above her body idly. I-it's actually starting to feel kinda.... w-wait, no way, that's not an option! You're not really gonna cum hands-free again, while giving it your all to get her off, right?? Y-yeah, hah, for sure, that'd n-neverrr...... oh, damn.

Your face points towards the roof as your eyes squeeze shut and another rippling orgasm forces its way through your body. Your juices' trajectory is blocked by your closed legs, so it sprays across the inside of them and then dribbling down onto Phoebe's super-toned abs..... e-even though you weren't being touched, and you were trying really hard to **** one out of her, you came anyway, still mounting her now-grinning nude body. G-geez, t-this is..... you might need a second to recover.

How is she like this?? This is like sex on hard mode!