She gave him an amused look and shook her head, "there is an awful lot I want, Mitch," she said with a wiggle of her eyebrows. "Feel free to start delivering the rest any time you like, but have no doubt, I will catch your ticklish spots unguarded at some point," Donny warned. If they existed, she would catch them unaware.
How Mitch had never heard of this strange and peculiar fashion fad, Donny had no clue. "Remind me to show you pictures another time," she told him with a chuckle. "Even when I show you I bet you'll not believe it," she said grinning.
"You like it when I'm bossy," Donny said arching an eyebrow, "and don't give me ideas, Mitch. I already have too many without encouraging it," she said happily. Once the jeans were gone and she'd helped him out of his undies she sat back for a moment, just looking at him. There was no denying that he was beautiful. She didn't question her attraction to him, or the way they'd clicked both at home and here. It wasn't something Donny was used to, but she fully intended to make the most of their time together. Starting now.
She ran her hands over his stomach and down to his hips and took a firm hold so he couldn't move unless she allowed it. It was the illusion of control, they both knew that, but still she played the game. Resting on her elbows and giving him lick from stem to tip before taking him fully into her mouth.