She watches his hands, watches their dexterity, scrambles to help him take off his clothes. He's well built, lean but not wiry, cut but not steroidal. There's some appreciable body hair. She wants to rub her face in it. She wants to do all kinds of things they aren't going to. She'll be lucky if she comes, considering.

She'd rather not consider. She pants against his lips, her hips tilting, grinding against his hip. Her hand spiders over his chest, his back, while she jerks him off. "What do you want? Like this?"