Listening to the two of them on the phone, obviously Teresa was convinced that Cavelle was not being assaulted. He continued to run his fingers over her tummy and sides, certainly very ticklish areas for her.
"Soft strokes on my belly. You have no idea how turned on I am right now."
Continuing to caress her soft tummy, sliding his finger down closer to her skirt, he resisted the temptation to slide it under the waist band. Yes, she was turned on, but probably not yet ready for touching in her most private parts.
She rolled over and trapped his arm between them as she initiated another passionate kiss, bumping into his hard shaft more than once, quite aware of what she had done to him . . . and seemingly enjoying teasing him.
Once that kiss broke, she looked him directly in the eyes, "I love you Patrick," came breathlessly from her lips.
"I love you too, baby," Patrick said in reply as his hand slid up under to t-shirt to cup her breast, a hard nipple in the palm of his hand.
"Soft strokes on my belly. You have no idea how turned on I am right now."
Continuing to caress her soft tummy, sliding his finger down closer to her skirt, he resisted the temptation to slide it under the waist band. Yes, she was turned on, but probably not yet ready for touching in her most private parts.
She rolled over and trapped his arm between them as she initiated another passionate kiss, bumping into his hard shaft more than once, quite aware of what she had done to him . . . and seemingly enjoying teasing him.
Once that kiss broke, she looked him directly in the eyes, "I love you Patrick," came breathlessly from her lips.
"I love you too, baby," Patrick said in reply as his hand slid up under to t-shirt to cup her breast, a hard nipple in the palm of his hand.