Clementine had dinner a little earlier, but it may just be time for a snack if you catch her drift. Her eyes track his progress across the room, enjoying the way the lights glisten off his hair, the strong, sturdy stride and the way he moves. Even with the whole plumber crack effect, she's enjoying the view.

It's a very nice ass.

"There should be a bag of Chips Ahoy in the cupboard. Bring me some?" She gropes backwards for her cigarettes, grabs one, pops it between her lips and finds a lighter with which to light it.