Caius slipped a hand into the little space available between their bodies, pushing past her gown until his hand touched the front of her panties. He stroked across the silkiness of the underwear, rubbing his fingers especially against the moistness at the wry center of it.
Arlette gasped and arched a few inches off the ground, thrusting her breasts into his face and his continuous kneading. Her moans began to escape her lips and her breath shortened with every delicious stroke Caius made.
When he finally pulled the flimsy cover aside so his fingers could touch her plump lower lips directly, Arlette groaned. One of her hands went to his back, pulling against his uniform jacket while her other hand slammed against the flat ground and clenched like she was hoping for something to grab and pull.
