The Casa/Garden Roughly
You quickly walk over to her propelled by lust, but slightly detached from your body. She can only react with a small flinch when you clasp her head in your hands and draw her towards your face. She has to stand on tip-toe to manage being lifted by head, she starts a small gasp before you seal your lips over her mouth. Your tong explores every surface of her mouth, inside and out. You find her form delightfully small, soft, and manipulable, but you are not satisfied.