[ Whatever Siegfried was initially going to reply with, that thought is immediately lost to the void, replaced with the erotic mental image of making Lottie squirm and climax with his mouth. His breath hitches in his throat, and it's audible enough that she can probably gather her words are very effective. ]

Yes, I would like that very much. Just imagining it is making it difficult to think straight.

[ She can't see him, but she'll be able to hear a bit of rustling on his end. He's unzipping his pants, slipping his hand beneath his undergarments, and slowly teasing himself. His voice is husky with desire. ]

Or keep my hands to myself. You don't mind, do you?