With both her hands free, Sally moved so she was laying on top of him, her hands poised to prop herself up on him when she decided to. She smirked as he exclaimed then bit her lower lip as he went deeper inside.
Moving, she kissed him quickly then began to worry his bottom lip instead of hers. No sense in her getting all the damage. Then her hips started a slow roll, not a thrusting, just around and around, keeping him firmly planted.