There is no resistance when she pulls you closer, her fingers tucking into your waistband and your cock twitching enthusiastically at the proximity of her hands. Whatever opportunity you had to evade is long since gone, and whatever desire you may have had to escape gone far before. "One way t'find out," you growl in response, reaching up to cup the back of her neck as she leans in for a kiss.
You might have played coy, but neither your brain nor your body possess the self restraint to do so. Instead you give her a taste of your hunger, wasting no time in pressing your tongue searchingly to her lips. Your right hand stays where it is on her nape; your left reaches out to grab her hip and pull it toward you, to close the distance between your bodies and show her just how eager you are to engage in adult activities, crowds be damned.
Zephyr
you can be the ripest, juciest peach in the world
and there's still going to be someone who hates peaches
and there's still going to be someone who hates peaches
