Pasiphae suddenly wished clothes these days were as simple to remove as they were in the old days. Nevertheless, she still pulled her shirt up and over her head. She tossed it somewhere without even looking. The need to be touched only continued to grow the more he kissed her. Her fingers had moved to her skirt where she fumbled a little because the zipper seemed stuck. There was an indignant groan and she ended up ripping the blasted thing. Pushing her hips up she was able to slid it off with ease now, and in the process press against him more.