Her fingers fumbled with the jean's fastenings, as he worked her over, panting, cursing the boots as she shoved the leans down to mid calf, the thong quickly following. It was not time for nudity. It was time to be as exposed as he needed. She whimpered, leaning back against him, his arousal nestled between her cheeks, breathing heavily, her entire body shaking like a plucked harp. As he filled the room with their combined lust, she nearly fell. A ragged moan tore from her throat. Her thighs were already coated with her want. She gave up on trying to save the shirt, and yanked it over her head, buttons flying.<br/><br/>She didn't bother trying with the corset. It was staying on. Her fingers absolutely would not work to remove the complicated garment. She knew what he wanted, the table. Trapped by the boots and corset, hobbled by the jeans and that thong, she managed two steps away from him, her hands catching the table to support her the rest of the way, bending, legs spread as far as she could, leaving her exposed and wanting. "Now, Roe," She echoed him, his demands, everything seeming to bounce around in the small room, her voice filled with need, a slight command of urgency. They both needed it.