"What?" She asks, her face scrunching up in confusion as she breaks away from his mouth to look at her surroundings now that they’ve made it onto the sofa and she’s straddling him. Tom doesn’t stop though, simply moves his mouth from her lips to her neck, "where – fuck Tom" she moans, clutching his shoulders a little tighter at the feeling his tongue is giving her - wet knickers and taut nipples, "where are we?"