Pat her down

You waste no time, placing your hands on her shoulders and then lowering them down to cup and squeeze her soft breasts. She groans, her legs almost buckling as you roughly rub your palms over the stiff nipples you can feel poking through the fabric. You spend a minute enjoying the feel of her tits, the simple bra you can feel under her shirt doing little to dull the sensations for either of you. But you’re not even close to done with her and you let your right hand drift down, down, and down, fingers rubbing firmly over her shirt, feeling the supple, smooth skin beneath. She stares up at you with wide, excited eyes and you can feel her almost quivering with expectation as she realizes where your hand is going.

She groans as you dip your hand and touch the bare skin of her thigh, then moving it up, and in, her skirt gathering around your wrist as your hand rises. It’s only a moment before you are cupping her lace-clad package. She groans again and her knees almost give out. She falls against you, hands gripping your arms and pressing herself against your chest. You put your other arm around her, taking the opportunity to lower your other hand to begin squeezing and kneading the firm, round cheeks of her ass.

You lift the back of her skirt and let your fingers explore further, slipping under the waistband of her panties to slide along the crack of her ass. She shudders and moans and you let out a pleased growl as your questing fingers encounter something hard and plastic at her rear, the slick sensation of lube on your fingers.

She’s plugged.

No wonder she had so much trouble sitting still…