There’s wildness in her eyes tonight: furious, carnal, animalistic. I’d guessed how little she was wearing beneath her trench coat, but it’s still a surprise when she opens it wide in the sodium-lit street.
My heart races as I behold her lingerie-clad glory.
“Kiss me,” she sighs.
I approach tentatively, awed by the heat that’s coming off her in waves.
Her mouth is soft and warm and sweet. She tastes of lust and desire.
“Fuck me,” she asks, begs, demands, wantonly gripping the hardness within my trousers.
“People will see us.”
“I know,” she smiles slyly. “I want them to.”