The shirttail on Tyler called to her. Star hitched it up in the back and scratched his spine in long, slow strokes. "One track mind much?" It was fun to give him a hard time, while basically being a hypocrite.
"But since we're here..." Using those powerful muscles at last, she rolled him over and climbed on top. The blonde would've normally sat up, stripped an item of clothes off, lassoed it over her head, and let him look. But this time she stayed close, flattening herself onto Tyler's torso and latching onto his shoulder with her regular teeth.
Well, well, well! Discovery. No magic, no handcuffs, and she could hold the guy down. Already she was starting to make vicious plans.
"You sure you want me like this?" She licked his earlobe.