Yankee Redhead Molly Broad Pleasures Herself

He had no pillow. “How dare she?” was what the voice wanted to yell. But, without a smile, instead of a smile, she opened her mouth and spoke. She was ready for him. In a manner similar to the way her arm was splayed out, so also her legs–one bent at the knee to curl back under the other, but the effect of this was to open her hips to him, to invite him to consider what was between them. She didn’t take her eyes off of her phone. She watching him watch them. “Okay. “Yes.”
“Yeah, fuck you. He knew she would respond in love to his acknowledgment of their silent communications earlier in the evening. The girls laughed and faux-flirted with each other and the waitstaff, while he smiled and stayed relatively quiet, not wanting to be the old man who ruins the “vibe”. How would she express the desire she had been expressing, and encouraging, this evening?