Swallowing at first out of automated reaction, then again as Jake finished out of desire to do so, Dinah's full lips eased back to his tip as he relaxed, the easing of tension seeming to let him sink down into the mats.  She drug her fingers through one side of her hair, sweeping the nearly-dry tresses over one shoulder as she tips her face to the side to clean him, to savor the salty musk of his cum from off his glistening skin.  She then eases back up along his body, reaching one arm over him to stroke his bare chest-- through her tight t-shirt, he can feel the pebbles of her nipples on the firm, upturned breasts, and without protest she stares wide-eyed at the features of him she can make out in the darkness.  She ducks her shoulders and lifts her knees, and the black cotton panties glide off of her legs and over her feet.<br/><br/>She wants to speak, to tell him she hadn't meant to sound like such a tart when she'd mentioned it, but she couldn't really speak-- all she could do was stare, peel her t-shirt off her upper body, so that as they seemed to stretch up until the t-shirt was clear, her breasts bounced free eagerly.  A thin silver chain was disappearing under the shirt, some sort of tiny metal charms on it, and she spreads her hair up and away from her shoulders in a wide fan on the mat so that the necklace doesn't get tangled.  Now submissive, yielding complete control to him for the moment, she's breathing a little faster than normally, and perhaps trembling very slightly, though not from cold.