“Maybe,” Elly purred, chuckling softly. “I wonder what it could be.” Reaching for Hannah’s face, she cupped it lightly and moved Hannah so she could look into her eyes. “I think it’s these…mostly…” Her fingers lightly played with Hannah’s lips before Elly leaned in and kissed her, tracing her tongue along Hannah’s upper lip.
Sighing as Hannah’s hand snuck into her shirt, Elly didn’t fight it. “You do?” she purred in response. “Bras can hurt the fingers if you don’t unclip them first.”
Pressing back, Elly’s hands rest on Hannah’s hip and pulled her against her leg. Rocking a little, she ground her thigh against Hannah’s pussy curing the fabric that was very much in the way.
“Does this mean we are being bad now?” Elly moaned as she ducked in to suck at Hannah’s neck.