Pantie problems

As Karen and James rolled across the floor, fighting over his shirt, Karen suddenly froze. The floor suddenly felt colder than it had seconds earlier, and a quick glance down told her why. In the struggle her panties had started to slip, and they were now bunched around her thighs, her bare arse pressed against the ceramic floor of the burger bar.

James tried to pull away again, and Karen tried to focus on the shirt, getting it off the teen so she could finally be covered up had to be her priority, but so was **** to freeze again. Pulling on the shirt had pulled the boy closer to her, and she could now feel his erect cock, slapping against the mass of pubic hair between her legs. A shirt couldn't possibly be worth this sort of risk.