At least it wasn't just her the place was influencing, which was something she could hold on to at a later point. At least Mitch was right here, otherwise Donny would have had to hunt down his cute ass in order to have her way with him. "I just had a really good idea for a game," she told him pulling away for a moment and grinning. "Remind me to tell you about it some time, but not right now," she said leaning back into the kisses.
When his hand crept up her top she broke once more, this time to pull it over her head and drop it without another thought. "Right now I don't want half-measures," Donny said with a grin, her toes dexterously gripping the waistband of his sweatpants and manovering them down while she pressed into his grip tighter. "Don't worry, Mitch, I'll protect your modesty," she told him with a cat-like smirk. "Mouth or hands?" she asked with a raised eyebrow.