Christ. Offering herself up on a platter, and while hanging out of her dressing gown too. He's got a thing for mucking around half-dressed, and Sergeant Rock gains an degree or two of rigidity just looking at her.

'Mmm,' he says, because that seems a good enough level of coherency before he slides down, and nuzzles the soft rise of her tits. He presses a soft, wet kiss between them, breathing a bit harder as his mouth replaces his fingers, licking and sucking so gently on the soft skin on the underneath of one.

She wants to spend the afternoon letting him do this, that's just fine with him.