Molly nodded, although she had trouble keeping her hands off on her own. Her hands moved down to where his were working and massaged her inner thighs, unless moved or restrained. She kept her main focus on his cock, sucking deeply and running her tongue over the hard shaft. She kept her eyes open and on his eyes and she turned a deep shade of crimson when he pointed out what she was doing. When he started to tear her shirt, she rapidly jerked it up over her breasts herself. It was a t-shirt and didn't need to be torn and she wanted as much clothing intact as possible. Of course, that meant she had to participate in her own degradation by exposing her own tits, something hardly lost on her captor. She murred softly as she got closer and closer to climax, one of his powerful hands kneeding her heaving tit, the other between her legs, his cock down her throat.