As she moved his hand to her breast, Hunter knew she desperately needed his touch no matter how small.
He squeezed a little and his c**k jerked at how soft her breast was and her little moans. He could go further. He could squeeze harder but he wouldn't. Not until she tells him she wants him with her own words.
Instead he whispered again in her ear, “should I press harder? Tell me what you want, baby."
As if his voice brought her back to her senses, she slapped his hand away from her breast and looked at him over her shoulder “what are you doing?” She asked as if she wasn't the one who had placed his hand there.
he chuckled “you placed my hand there. Forgotten?” He mocked.
"Jesus just stop whatever you are doing. Stop it."
Feigning innocence, he asked "what am I doing?”
"Stop try
