Annabelle stutters a surprised little gasp into Lauren's lips when she feels his hand slowly scopes the curve of her ass, surprised with how viscerally her body responds to it. There's a slight, not super ardent and brief moan against his lips when she feels his worked hands under her sweater, even if they're not anywhere particularly stimulating. Just along her side, by her ribs, is enough for her. She pulls him closer, teeth momentarily bumping his as she hungrily presses her tongue into his mouth, brows slanting back as she exhales heavily. Her cunt pulses. She wants more.