"I think about your hands a lot." She squeezes his ass as she speaks, keeping him close. "I think about you fingering me when I'm touching myself. I like thinking about you fucking me with one hand and holding me down with the other."

Then, laughing: "You know, I couldn't stop thinking about you today, after everything you said. All that stuff about spanking me and teasing me."

Her other hand slides around his waist and down his stomach to cup him through his slacks.

"Did you mean all that?"