His other hand was now squeezing her breast, sending waves of rolling sexual turmoil through the blonde's spinning brain.

His mouth was at her throat, biting, sucking, kissing. His hand rubbed and squeezed at her crotch, sending her guts into a shivering frenzy.

She should stop him… she had to…

But her body refused to recognize this. Her head fell back, sending her breasts thrusting out as her body trembled in the throes of sizzling sexual passion.

"Oh… God… Manuelllllll!" she groaned.

Her hand, over his was now pushing rather than pulling as she humped her groin up against his fingers.

Manuel pulled his hand loose, but only momentarily.

She felt his fingers slide beneath the elastic waistband of her pants, felt it's dry warmth move down over her abdomen, and onto her cunt, he squeezed his fingers together, making her gasp in pleasure.

They fell backwards on the couch, Amy's legs spreading of their own volition. That hand! It was doing incredible things to her. Her entire crotch blazed and pulsed with sexual need. Spasms swept through her groin, her guts roiling and churning.

A small part of her mind was yelling, pleading, worrying about the case, about the danger. It was overwhelmed by the sexual flurry enveloping her body.

Manuel's hands came free, they grabbed the front of her pajamas top and tore it open, exposing her round swollen breasts, and hot hard nipples. His hands gripped her sides under the arms, pulled her chest up to him, to his face.

She moaned, her eyes closing as his mouth locked around her furiously erect nipple. His lips encircled it and closed, his breath drawing it inward, up into his mouth. His teeth nipped her lightly, then harder.

He slid off the couch, down on to his knees between her sprawled legs. His mouth sliding downward off her breasts, down her silken belly and over her abdomen. He slid her pants down her legs and off, throwing them into a far comer.