Tease her. And yourself

Your nostrils are full of the scent of her, and your cock is straining, eager to take her. She looks back at you with wanton, flirting eyes, still wriggling her sweet French rump in invitation. You reach out a hand, stroking her flesh and feeling her quiver at your touch.

"Oh M'sieur," she breathes. "Poor Gabrielle is so sorry for teasing. You are punishing me, M'sieur, punishing poor Gabrielle."

"You're a very wicked girl," you say as your stroke her rump, your voice clogged with lust. You squeeze her flesh, your fingers teasing between her cheeks, touching her labia, feeling her heat. She gives a soft moan and wriggles as she feels your touch, looking back at you with eyes hot and smouldering.

"Oui M'sieur, I am a wicked girl," she gasps. "Very wicked. M'sieur is right to punish me."

You slide a finger between her lips, probing her and feeling her wet heat as she moans and arches her back. You slip it into her tightness, making her gasp in excitement and press back against your hand.

"You're a very naughty girl, Gabrielle, very naughty," you rasp as you finger her, your thumb pressing against her engorged clit. Her nectar flows over your hand as she moans excitedly, rocking her hips against your hand.

"You are punishing me, M'sieur," she whimpers softly. "Punishing poor Gabrielle. I am in your power, M'sieur. You may do what you wish. Whatever you wish." Her eyes are hot as they stare back at you, as hot as her wet pussy, her invitation clear as she wriggles against your probing fingers.