She has to remember to open her eyes - slowly, half-lidded in pleasure - to watch the two of them kiss, a smirk playing on her lips seconds before Moist claims them in another kiss, and she whimpers, slick between her legs and against Urquhart's fingers sliding there.

Her hand wraps around Moist's length to stroke slowly as her backside presses against Urquhart's hips in a slow, teasing grind, tangling their bodies together.