With a final, lingering glance at her in the mirror, Luca dipped his fingers down the waistband of her jeans.
"I plan on doing something I always wanted to do," he said.
"You need to get ready for dinner," Vee replied.
"Then make it quick."
"Make it quick? How is that—"
His hands found the waistband of her jeans.
"Luca—"
He pulled her jeans and underwear down her legs.
"—up to me," she finished, with significantly less conviction than she'd started with.
"Because I need you to cum first." The logic of this was self-evident and the remaining steps were simply administrative.
She stared at him in the mirror. He reached for the hem of her shirt. She raised her arms. She wasn't entirely sure when she decided to raise her arms. They simply went up. Her shirt came over her head and joined whatever dimension discarded clothing went to in his presence. Her bra followed.
