He sits, making himself comfortable, and Alex grins. She's drunk, but not so much that she doesn't know exactly what she's doing. She finds a song on her phone, something with a heavy, filthy beat and sets it down on the coffee table, her hips already starting to sway.

She makes shirt work of her boots and jeans, peeling them down and off and the she slides into Steve's lap in her panties and t-shirt, her hips still gyrating and she leans in to press her tits against his chest and take a kiss.