I don't fight her. I want to see what she has in mind.

“You sure it’s safe to do this out here?”

“Who the fuck cares? Amari and Kenji are underground, probably fucking.”

“Those two fuck?”

Scarlet laughs. “Eh, probably not.”

She leans forward and presses her lips against yours. A vague taste of **** lingers in her salvia, and you lap it up, kissing her back. Then, between the smacking, she tells you to shut up and let her do what she wants.

“We can both have some fun, you know?”

Again, Scarlet tells you to shut up. Her smooth tongue lols into your mouth and lashes yours, tangling into a wrestle that you let her win. “Mm~ fuck~ baby~. Has anyone ever told you that you’re a good kisser? Because that’s an understatement.”

She grabs your head and begins to play with your hair, making it into a bird's nest while she grinds against your crotch, making you annoyingly stiff under the fabric of your clothes.

Hunched over you, Scarlet keeps you in place by squeezing you with her thighs, tongue teasing you until it’s ****. You fight the kiss off and clear your throat. “Is this all you intend to do?”

“For a while,” she winks. The dark blue in her eyes flashed with mischief. “What’s the matter?”

Scarlet pushes away from you, focusing solely on her grinding, stroking you through your pants and underwear. You stare up at her, her tan skin and blonde hair lighted by the sun above.

While she dry-humps you, you make eye contact with her, and she snickers. “Don’t tell me you’re thinking about knocking me off.”