You press your back against him, hips pushing into his with slow, lazy pressure. With each subtle sway, your ass grinds into his crotch, right where you know he’s most sensitive. You feel him respond almost instantly — the faint twitch, the way his breath shifts. You keep the rhythm unhurried, playful, letting your softness knead into him through the layers of clothes. There’s no rush — just pressure, heat, and the delicious tension of knowing exactly what you’re doing to him without saying a word.