"There's a good boy," she teases, wrapping a hand around the back of his neck to bring him in for a fiery kiss. Her lipstick smudges on his beard a bit as her tongue slips between his teeth, but her hands are not distracted from their task. She leaves her blouse halfway buttoned as she decides she doesn't care anymore and moves on to shedding her bloomers from under her dress. Her skirt, blouse, stockings, and stays can remain--- why waste time on non-essentials when it's so much faster and hotter for him to fuck her with her clothes still hanging off of her?