Because Lillian was sitting astride Claude's lap, his hands easily reached under her skirt. Calloused hands caressed Lillian's delicate skin, slowly moving upwards from her waist, feeling her slight trembling, whether it was from his caress or the fear just now.
Claude didn't go straight to the point, but as if carelessly, he brushed Lillian's n****e lightly, then quickly retracted.
Lillian's whole body trembled violently, the physiological pleasure overcoming the emotional fear, her mind went blank for a second.
Claude smiled contentedly, he knew that to deal with Lillian, he had to be more direct. His hands were setting fires all over Lillian's body as if by magic.
Lower abdomen, shoulders, back... but not the breasts and n*****s that should be taken care of most, the ones that want
