Leaning back from him a little she yanked down the zipper for the top. Following suit with the one for her pants. Wanting nothing more than to be naked and writhing against him. A little shifting and her trousers were down, and she was stepping out of her boots.
"Your want fuels my own." Laura explained. As she moved against him. The scent of him often did things like that to her. Changing her mood, charging her drive.