You have a mint...

Fishing a little dinner mint out of your pocket, you unwrap it and give it to her. She frowns at it until you explain that it's mainly made out of sugar, which is what cotton candy is made out of. Raising an eyebrow, she studies it for a second and pops it into her mouth. It crunches loudly under her teeth, and a visible blush washes over her cheeks and her lips curl into a silly smile, as it dissolves in her mouth.

Straddling your hips and letting her armour's leather skirt flare out, she rests her arms on your shoulders and grins at you. Taking some liberties, you slide your hands along her legs, enjoying the feel of them trembling under your fingers. With a giggly growl, she leans down and presses her lips against yours, tracing your opening with her rough tongue. Being very mindful of her sharp fang-like teeth, you open your mouth and let her in, before clamping down with your lips and suck on it, tasting the mint on her breath. She exhales loudly on your nose, and her hips start grinding into you.

Moving your hands a bit more, you caress her thighs, all the way up her leg, until you can feel the cloth of her underclothes. Pushing aside your surprise, you keep crawling your way around, and sneak a finger under the back of it, getting a good feel of her toned ass. Slipping her own hand down, she crawls up under your shirt and twiddles with your chest and nipple, reminding you that those are erogenous spots for men too.

By now, the carriage is at the peak if it's turn, and is slowly starting to make it's descent. Your tongues have swapped positions and you're now trying to control your urges as you feel her nails scratch against your back. Your erection is throbbing in your crotch, and Shree knows it. Rolling her hips, she makes you moan in her mouth. Cracking an eye open, she draws you in with a deep hypnotic look and chuckles haughtily. "Is that a dagger in between your legs, or are you just that happy to see me?"

Matching her chuckle, you run your thumb down the front of her undercloth, and find it to be damp. She gasps loudly as you make a few more passes, until your thumb comes up to her face, glistening in the light. "I think," you tease, rubbing it gently against her lips, "that you're just as guilty, if not more." She opens her lips slightly, inviting you in, and you take it. Sucking on it softly, she runs her raspy tongue along your digit, the scraping sensations making a chill run all the way along your arm. An errant twitch in your nethers reminds you of it's presence, and it is making a very compelling argument.

Unfortunately, there's a knocking coming from your side. "Sorry to ruin your fun, folks, but other people want to have a ride too." Turning your head, you see the attendant waving you out, and a couple covering their young children's eyes, waiting for their turn.