Wish there was a little more. [A little annoyed, she can't even fathom what it's like to be in your shoes. Though undeniably nice, as her flexing stomach would show in response to the ticklish trail of his glove, the feeling's easily stunted by the fact it's about as far as it can go.
But yes, making the best of what we have. She trails the glove lower down his chest, but it falls flatter in the air and she sucks her teeth. She nods her head in towards the cushions of the couch.] My turn to be on top.