Saints really were too easy. But so fun. She liked being rough but she was an expert in all sorts of sexplay. Even the sweet kind, even if she wasn't a fan. She sat up in the chair properly, her butt closer to the edge of the chair so her open legs could give him something to grip if he wanted.
She took the swatch from him and ran the tip down his cheek, the side of his neck and across his shoulder before going down his upper back a little, almost ticklish. She tapped it lightly, it was soft. She leaned down to brush her lips over his and without warning she cracked it hard across his skin with more force than he'd ever used on himself.