Combined sweetness and dirtiness was, like, exactly their speed. Annie had zero objections. Especially since -- like, it was still early in the day. They had all day to talk and daydream about their wedding and be gross at each other and do this several more times.

Annie arched her back to bring her hips up against Diego's -- but also so she could slip her own hand behind her back to undo her bra, since there needed to be way fewer clothes involved in this. Granted, she was a little distracted by the resulting friction to work on their mutual pants problem -- even if that would, you know, feel even better -- but she'd get there.