Mm, teeth. Devi liked teeth and her breath hitches softly as he tests them out. She takes his leaning into her hand as a que for heavier touches, something she's got no problem with and shows as much when she gently scrapes her nails up his back.

A throaty moan was caught as he cupped her breast and Devi damned bras, even ones as sheer as she's got on for being a nuisance to her at the moment. Instant gratification was a bitch sometimes. One half hard nipple rubs at his palm and hardens into a nub as she arches into his hand. Her other hand slipped further up into that soft mass of silvery blonde hair.