"Sam..." Cora half moaned as she rolled her hips, feeling every inch of him pressed tight against her. Bare thighs pressed against his side, she wriggled a little in his lap making a quiet soft noise as she kissed him. Her back arching as she pressed down against him. He feels so bloody good and Cora's kind of regretting not doing this sooner especially when she feels so bloody hot and... wet.

Her hand presses between them, sliding over Sam's erection up the waistband of his shorts before she hesitates. A faint flush to her cheeks as she slips her thumb beneath the waistband. "Can I-" Touch you, stroke you, slide my hands around your cock, oh god she was turning into a teenage boy. "-is that okay?"