Desiree sat on his bed and looked up at him. Even though they already knew each other fully, having had many, many intimate encounters when she'd first come to visit him two years ago,  but it'd been so long. While he closed the door, he'd hear the soft sound of buttons coming undone. Followed by the sound of her skirt swishing to the floor as she would sit there, clad in a red lacy bra, and a thong to match. She blushed but looked up at him. "D....do you like it...?"