She gasps softly as he cups her breast in his palm, leans in to kiss her. Her hand, now free, pulls the pin out of the other side, sending all of the fabric down to 'pool' around her hips.

She kisses him, deep, loving, just a little heated. "Tempted to recreate the first time you had your hand like that on my breast," she confesses, voice low and breathy. "Straddle your lap in that chair, sate your appetites thoroughly."

She chuckles. "What's a little more laundry, after all, in the pursuit of pleasure?"