Go for another lap.

Looking apologetically sheepish, you very slowly reach for the door and slam it shut, leaving the poor attendant to deal with the fallout. Eventually, the crowd behind them make the couple give up on and as the wheel starts moving again, you see them make due with taking the carriage after yours. "We're going to get into a little bit of trouble when we get back down there," you muse.

"We'll just have to kill them, then it'll be fine," Shree smirks, before turning her attention back to you. "Now, where were we?"

Matching her smirk, you grab the back of her head and cram your lips against hers, while the other hand comes around and grabs her ass with a smack. She jerks forwards from the hit, and lightly bites your lip. Not enough to draw blood, but definitely enough for for you to remember that she can. Changing tactics, you move down to her neck instead and focus your attentions there. She lets out little moans and chuckles, all the while caressing your chest and stomach, and occasionally grazing your crotch.

Your cock is screaming to be unleashed, but in your peripheral vision, you can see that you're nearing the top of the wheel again, and that you probably won't get a third lap. That slightly defeated feeling must be translated through your movements, as Shree starts to slow down as well. "We can't kill them, can we?" she sneers. You give her an annoyed grumble, and she gets off your lap. The two of you fix your clothes and finish the ride in uncomfortable silence.

Mumbling an apology to the attendant, you shuffle away with Shree following a step behind. Winding through the crowed, you feel a tug at your sleeve. Turning around, you see her looking wistfully at a snack stand, and particularly at the colorful tree made of cotton candy. With an amused scoff, you buy about three off them and Shree has her arm happily threaded with yours, munching on one of them all the way to the car.

When you get there, she's gone all pink and her amorous mood has returned. Getting in close to you, with sugar on her breath, she whispers sensually in your ear. "Do you think they're finished, back at your place?"