No complaints from Natália about some chest hair. It was an attractive quality that separated the men from the boys. The hairs tickled against the tips of her fingers and she ran her hands over his chest. He wasn't a bodybuilder but she liked what she felt so far. His arousal pressed against her leg and she smiled with approval. She let out a small laugh when he blew some cool air on her collar. Then his mouth was to hers again and they resumed what they had started with. Her lips parted, welcoming his tongue into it and she curled her own around his like an embrace.
Where Domino might not have had much experience, she had a bit of it. Virgins among a demon commune weren't impossible, but they weren't quite so common either. Even if she was the more experienced of the two, she wasn't going to complain about Domino's instincts.
Her hand went from the front of his chest to his back, tracing over his spin with a single nail downward to the waist of his pants. Hungrily she tasted every portion of his mouth, giving a small noise of approval as his hands moved over her body. Things were already heating up but she wasn't going to put her foot on the brakes. She'd only do that to someone she wanted to torture. Torture would come another time.
Her hand snuck into the back of his pands, disappearing underneath the waistband of his underwear and gave his bottom a firm squeeze.