Nothing, and then it's too late.

You're led around the room as Jessica peers over the tops of fornicating teens. You don't know what she's looking for. Maybe she doesn't either. You can feel connections in your brain short circuiting, smoking red lust in your mind. Bliss occupies all of your limbs.

"Shit, I can't find anything!" she says, frustrated, throwing her hands down to her sides. The motion brings her hand out of your pants, glistening damp with your juices.

You're sprung into motion by a full **** wave of pure animal passion and you lunge for Jessica. She recognizes her mistake and raises her hands to stop you. You reach her and grab at her, gripping at her clothes as her arms flail around, trying to get you off. One of your reaching hands grips at her necklace, ripping it off as your arm is pushed away. You drop it onto the floor and reach back for her. Her eyes are distracted for a second in following the necklace to the floor and you take the opportunity to charge her, tackling her to the floor.

On top of her, you pin her down and press your lips onto hers. She tastes sweet and warm. Your hands play on her breasts and one reaches down to her skirt, working its way under that and her panties to rest against the folds of her sex. She struggles against you, trying to push you off of her, but you can feel her starting to dampen under your fingers. Her grunts turn into moans and she pushes her body into yours. Working together, you get her out of her clothes and your naked bodies press against each other.

Your nubile breasts press against her larger pair, and her hand grips your ass, pulling you against her thigh. Your tongues play against each other. Your fingers piston in and out of her needy snatch. Her hand drives you insane as it rubs your tits and plays around your nipples. You grind your pussy into her thigh, **** to get off.

The two of you stay in this position for a while, and then a while after that.