She shifts down to kneel between his legs, a pretty if currently fuzzy picture on all fours, still wearing his t-shirt. "Relax," she suggests teasingly, "and think about chiffon dresses."

She wraps a hand around the base of his cock and bends down over it, though she stops just before she gets there, glancing back up at him. "Or book shops, if you like," she adds as an afterthought, smirking. Then she takes him into her mouth -- a little bit at a time, just the head at first, tongue circling the tip.