'Ohhh, not here...' she whispers—but her hips grind deeper anyway. Long red hair spills over bare shoulders while a pinky traces damp lace. 'Someone might see us,' she lies, but her thighs clamp tighter around the other’s wrist. First tongues tangle slow and teasing, then lips part for something hungrier. A hand sneaks up a skirt to find heat already waiting between legs—no panties left to ruin the fun.
