Every part of him is hard and trembling, and it’s taking some serious self-control for her not to just slide down his body and wrap her lips around his cock, take care of that obvious ache he’s dealing with by using her mouth on him. She can still taste his kiss on her lips, though, her own lipstick noticeably smudged now as she works on loosing the straps that are keeping him tied down. Good news is she’s got long enough nails for it, finding the edges and then slipping them free of the buckles until she can toss them away from his body.

Giving him one hand free already is going to be a problem, and before she can get to his other hand, the one further away from where she’s standing, she feels the closest one running over her ass, palming, and then sliding up her inner thigh; she braces one hand on the bench and leans forward with a chuckle and a shake of her head, glancing down at him.

“Oh, you’re gonna be a problem, I can tell,” she murmurs, but there’s almost a fondness in her tone at how ready he is, how eager. She really can’t leave him to anyone else like this; maybe it’s her responsibility to take care of him, and she finishes loosening him before stepping back, reaching for his hands to help him sit up slowly. “Here, up ya go. We’re gonna get you somewhere safe now, mmkay?”