"Fuck, Diego." Annie had been getting there, but the very fact that he asked -- and that he was all sexy and needy about it -- had her moving quicker as she hooked her thumb into her waistband and tugged her underwear down.

It took a little maneuvering to manage it one-handed, but Annie wasn't about to put her phone down to make things easier on herself and deny Diego his view. It just took a little bit of wriggling before she was neatly kicking her panties off of one foot off-screen, and there was a momentary return of Annie's shyness as her fingers trailed along her thigh before dipping between her legs.

And, like, after that much build-up -- even if it was just her building herself up (at least on the physical side of things), Anne couldn't help but let out a soft gasp and slip her eyes shut at how that felt, even if this was maybe the one hand whose touch she knew better than Diego's. (Maybe.)