Granger took the opportunity, figuring he'd be a fool not to, and slid her jeans down her thighs. He shifted, putting her off of his lap and laying her on the couch as he stood, gripping the waist of her jeans and tugging them from her legs. The sight of her all sprawled out in nothing but the thin lace of her panties made his gut ache and his cock twitch, hand moving to grip the length of him through the denim and begin stroking softly.
He sat down where he had been on the couch and unzipped his pants, tugging the waist of his boxers down so that his cock was free to spring out into the air, long and thick and aching.
"C'mere, baby," he murmured to her, holding one arm out. "Get on your knees for me here and give me that mouth."