Gwenog gave a satisfied, satiated noise as the woman moved and folded her arms behind her head to watch her dress, ankles crossing. She didn't care if she didn't want to stay, it saved her throwing her out in ten minutes or so when she was fed up of being lazy.
She watched her dress, lazily remembering what skin she'd touched, how her body had arched into the pressure. "Sure. No skin off my nose for you to leave, glad you had fun," she said. She shrugged in response to the question. She wasn't totally against repeats but she wasn't looking for more than a shag really. Too much like effort. "If you find me around," she said.
"Gonna tell me your name?" she asked, giving up on being entertained by the harness still attached to her and undoing the straps.