Annabelle exhales against Lauren's kiss. It's warm, soft and evokes enough of a reaction from her loins to have her make a soft grunt against his lips, especially with how he holds the side of her face; it's a sweet gesture, and she thinks it suits him.

The kiss itself makes her remember the dream she had a week or two ago, how velvety his mouth felt against her cunt. Remembering this causes her to lift her arm, tangling her fingers softly in his hair as she tilts her head, pressing her body against his, speaking a language she didn't even know she knew.