She finds, in this moment, that she's more than content to let him touch her however he wants to, however feels good for both of them. One of his hands stays on her thigh, keeping her legs open, the fingers of the other curled against her, and Joyce rolls her hips slowly, pressing her cunt into his hand.

"Do you want me to ask nicely?" she teases, her head tipped ot one side, hair slipping across her eyes.