The way she said his name was drawn out. She hadn't meant to say it that way, but Tony looked so delicious in the way he was clearly struggling to keep himself together. She was being incredibly patient with him, and fuck, she was just so incredibly turned on. It was hard to keep a mostly impassive expression. It was her eyes mostly, they were so zeroed in on the man beneath her as she lifted the glass and took another sip before placing it on the night stand with the rest of the dishes.
It was only then that she let her nails skirt up beneath his cock, lightly tracing his balls. Sliding back, she let his cock press against her ass and wriggled as if trying to find just the right spot for it. "How much help did he give you?"