[He grin is wicked and wide, because out of all the toys they've accumulated a few haven't gotten the use they deserve. She tosses the lube onto the bed next to him, draping forward after it and crawling up on the bed to find a familiar spot between his knees to kneel. In her left hand she holds up something, stretching it between two fingers. A flexible little cockring in a dazzling shade of glittery red.]
I think I can help. Unless you want to come, before all the fun starts. [She says, planting a hand on his thigh, thumbing the inner edge and seaming of his jeans.] Trust me?