"Don’t be obtuse." She looks pointedly at his still-zipped trousers. He smirks, but one of his hands stops messaging her, undoing his trousers. He puts a slight pressure on the back of her knee, encouraging her to kneel down as he moves his boxers out of the way. She hoovers just above him as he fists his cock. She rubs against him immediately, and his forearm tucks just below her ass. She relaxes back into his arm, her quads grateful for the momentary reprieve. He drags the head of his cock through her folds, ensuring everything was well lubricated before he lowers her just enough for the head to slip in. 