Eliza moaned into his mouth, encouraging him. Him taking down the sleeve of her dress was the most forward he'd been all fucking night. She needed some action from him, after all. "Good boy," she muttered between deep, hard kisses. She bit at his bottom lip, brought a hand up to pull at his messy hair, her leg pushed forward between his to feel his hardness. She was getting wet, she needed to spur him on.
She used her free hand hike up her dress so now it was just her panties rubbing against his thigh, nearly enough to get herself off. She knew she was making a mess of his pants, but she didn't give a fuck. Her hand then came to harshly finish pushing off her sleeve, trapping her other arm in the process but freeing her tit for his rough hands to go to town on.