He paused to savor the feel of Philippa’s clenching rearcheeks as his fingers rubbed the thin film of slick fabric. The insatiable satyr was clearly enjoying himself. Grinning broadly, he curved his palm to her pantied seat, enjoying the solid feel of the pertly-curved mounds. He cupped each impertinent little cheek, held them in his large cupped hands, wobbling the two neat handfuls, savoring the deeply satisfying feel of Philippa’s hard young butt, his fingers digging into the outer softness and meeting the deep inner resiliency. Philippa, in spite of her best intention to steel herself, couldn’t help responding, squirming sensuously as her bottom received such unwelcomed, but definitely exciting, male attention. She warmed to the pleasurable fondling.
“Well!” The warning tone, brought
