Peggy leans back just enough to give Steve the space to work on his clothes, an eager look on her face as she reaches down to the belt, guided there so helpfully. She's not hesitant at all about stripping it off him, throwing it into the pile with his other things. "I do feel like we'll get well acquainted, him and I," she manages in an utterly dry tone, settling up on her knees so she can unbutton Steve's trousers, reaching lower to cup his cock thoughtfully, giving a gentle squeeze, as if she's drumming up anticipation for herself.

"I see you've kept in shape," she says, but there's no teasing in these words, her fingers reverent as they map Steve's torso.