Sally let out another soft moan at the feel of his teeth on her shoulder, and her hand wrapped around his cock again, stroking him softly. Part of her thought about taking her shirt off, wanting him to have the freedom to touch her however he wanted. Before she could reconsider, she slipped her hand out of his boxers and leaned up slightly so that she could take her shirt off and slip out of her bra. Sally quickly returned to her previous position, her hand slipping back into his boxers easily to stroke him again. She knew the scars on her ribs were visible, at least, if not the numerous ones on her back. She only hoped that Harold wouldn't mention them right this second.
When he touched her though, all thoughts about her scars flew out of her mind, and she let out a moan before kissing him again, unable to resist pressing slightly into his hand. "Harold," she sighed, her breath hitching slightly. She knew she was incredibly wet, and more than anything, she wanted to feel his fingers inside her.