As Consolata lovingly strokes Walter's fully erect cock and squeezes her own right breast, he places his index finger on the top of her pussy, feeling warmth, impossibly soft flesh, and a hint of dampness.
Consolata: Yes, my little clitty is right under there. If you go lower your finger will start to slide between the lips and into my pussy.
Walter: Should I?
Consolata: Yes - oh yes. By the way Walter, I've been curious about something. Would you please stick out your tongue and let me feel it. When we kiss it seems so strong and, well, big.
Walter's anxiety immediately rises up and he can feel it robbing his erection of its power.
Walter: Shit, I was hoping you wouldn't notice.
Consolata: Walter, I don't want to argue. I think you can trust me considering the position we are in right now.
Walter: You're right. I do trust you.