His jeans are loose enough that getting the fly undone without touching him isn't an problem at all. And they're also loose enough that she can push them down his legs without having to cut through the material. Good news for him. Her thumbs slip along the defined jut of his hipbones, underneath his boxers and down to mid-thigh.

Looking over his shoulder, down the length of his body, she makes a pleased sound in the back of her throat. As close to a compliment as he's going to get right now. He has a nice cock. Not strictly a requirement for Natasha to enjoy someone, but it never hurts the situation. "You're drawing a crowd, Dean." She doesn't tell him to look up, doesn't give any indication of what he wants him to do with that information. It's another test, feeling him out, finding the balance of just how much control he wants to give up. "How does it feel, knowing people are seeing you like this?"