Vod lets his cock slip out of her hand and leans back on her elbows, giving him an appreciative look. He's put together well enough and, fuck - after Javier, beggars can't exactly be choosers, can they? She stretches both arms over her head, arching her back a little against the bed. For all she loves clothes (and she does, she fucking loves them), she's never, ever minded being naked.