[Chafe against or delight her-? It is both, really, and she wants just that. The itchy kind of discomfort of being treated with delicate care when she knows she's strong enough for rougher treatment. And also the doting softness, comforting and reassuring that she's just a girl needy for long overdue affections. Both are good. Pinocchio seems fit for both.

He nudges her face upward and kisses her again. She rolls her lips against his, gasping lightly. After he breaks it, she bites her lower lip again, likely showing him just how she stained her teeth earlier, though now there is much less left to spread around. So much parted onto his lips at this point. Cherry boy, how cute...

She ends up tipped towards where his arm heavily indents her mattress, very light herself. Lopsided now, she answers,]

I want a gentleman, [Pinocchio is sweet like this, trying his very best, even if it makes her impatient! Her legs spread a bit wider at the edge of her bed and she reaches a hand for the hem of her skirt,] but you can be earnest and forthright at the same time. Tell me what you want from me. We can be honest with each other, Pinocchio.

[lifting the front fabric up, she pulls her skirt high enough to show him her black lace lingerie, straining around her fully hard cock.]

Just keep treating me like a proper lady. [she won't accept anything less!]