your hand down Sansa's undergarments

The hand you've removed from her back slowly moves around her waist until it lingers on the bottom of her dress. She begins to struggle, but you **** her head around, pushing it against the hard stone wall.

Your hand then teasingly begins to crawl beneath her dress, trailing up her inner thighs until you reach her undergarments.

"Sister. Your skin is so soft. So luscious. I can feel the heat of your cunnie from here." You dawdle, drawing small shapes on her inner thighs with your finger before creeping closer, placing your hand over her mound over her panties.

With no more preamble, you renew your grasp over her mouth as your other hand unceremoniously shoves itself down the front of her undergarments. She's a little moist as you rub your palm across her lips, feeling a little hair above her clit.

You smile at her as she moans, unhappily, around the palm of your other hand, "What's wrong? Not thankful that I came to sort this whole argument with your sister out, one way or the other?"

You sink one finger into Sansa's cunt and pull it out, beginning to finger fuck her slowly as her face tears up.