It may have been crass but Drifter didn't care. Forward and direct suited him just fine; and he could hear that need in her voice when she told him what she wanted. A single nod of his head was Miah's only response; and a moment later his fingers slipped beneath the fabric to caress her womanhood. At last his lips pulled away from her breast, little nibbles trailing up higher along her neck and ear. Until that warm breath and the touch of his lips were felt almost ghosting across that earlobe as he whispered to Jo. "Anything for the birthday girl." With a roll of his hips she could feel his body ready for her; that heated length so hard and eager to give her want she desired.