Latte had abandoned all reservations. If Anon had found her out, he was into this, and he had a rock hard dick to show her, she was going to indulge herself in the sudden, though welcome, dynamic shift fully. She had been dying for a rut, and more so a potential suitor, and Anon fulfilled that need and then some. Gnawing her lip with lewd desire, she closely watched as he began to pull his pants down. Inch by inch, his pants lowered, until finally what she so desperately desired to see, something she had gotten herself off to the mere manifested thought of in the past, finally showed itself.