Yes. Yes, she most certainly does.

You have never been a lustful sort before now, having thrown yourself into your studies with all your heart and soul. Now, though, with the slime girl's tongue exploring your mouth to the fullest and lapping up your saliva like it was liquid sugar, you couldn't help but feel lust fill you. It filled you more fully and completely than anything had before now and, as it did, your body reacted accordingly. Your skin flushed, your heart beat more rapidly and, perhaps most noticeably, the crotch of your leather breeches had begun to bulge outwards as the most prominent proof of male arousal tried to make itself known.

Considering the fact that the slime girl was, at the moment, sitting on your lap right atop that growing lump in your pants, it was no wonder that she noticed the protrusion and, after a moment, broke the kiss you both shared. She left you gasping as she did, your tongue hanging out as your mouth remained slightly agape while she pulled back her own long and sinuous tongue from your mouth and into her own. She looked down at her own body, through her own translucent skin, and wriggled in your lap experimentally. The feeling of the bountiful heft of her soft bottom moving against your growing erection, even through your clothing, was enough to have you moaning wantonly.

The sound surprised you, causing you to clap your mouth shut suddenly, but it seemed to please the slime girl as she cooed happily and, with liquid grace that came from being partly liquid, she slid off of your lap and down on the floor in front of you. She laid down on her belly, her breasts acting as soft cushions for her upper body to rest upon as she peered as closely as she could at the still growing lump in your breeches. She looked at it carefully and then licked her lips as though seeing something tasty before her. Which you suppose she was as what was contained within your breeches was what could give her the form of sustenance her kind apparently preferred.

"W-wait, hold on a moment, truly, I'm not prepared for...", you start to stammer out, but she doesn't pay your words any mind as her hands reach for the bulge of your erection, putting firm pressure upon the leather of your trousers as she explores.

She furrows her brow, however, in a cutely confused way as she finds that, no matter what she tries, she cannot get to the hot flesh that is hidden beneath the leather barrier of your breeches. It seems that she does not quite understand how to work the laces that fasten them in place. Instead, she simply runs her fingers over the bulge of your erection in frustration, making a soft sound of unhappiness as she attempts to work out how to get into your pants.

You think you might get a reprieve in that moment so that you can try and regain some control of the situation, but, unfortunately (or perhaps fortunately depending on how one viewed the situation), your slime girl decided to take a different route as she, with an adorable look of concentration scrunching up her face, moved her hands to just above the waist of your breeches and slid her fingers inside. For a flesh, blood and bone humanoid, squeezing all the way down the front of your breeches and to your groin might have been hard with them laced tightly in place, but she was not flesh, blood nor bone. She was of a much more flexible and malleable material and so her hands flattened and lengthened until they could stretch down to your crotch and find purchase upon your straining shaft.

You couldn't help the broken moan that left you as you felt the warm, wet slime encircle your member within the tight confines of your pants. The shape of a hand was lost as the slime girl decided that grasping was difficult in the confined space. Instead, you felt the warm ooze stretch around your member that was starting to hurt as it strained against leather and engulf the heated length. That ooze seemed to increase in volume until it felt like your entire groin was covered in the oddly warm and soft substance that had you tingling and your member throbbing.

"Ooooh, oh, gods above and below...wait....wait, please, wait!", you cry out at her, pleasure nearly robbing you of your senses as somebody besides yourself touches your sensitive manhood for the first time, "Please, wait, just one moment!"

And, surprisingly, the slime girl complies, looking up at you with a curious gaze and her full lips curled into a questioning moue as she waits to see why it is you want her to wait.