Her hands slipped into his shirt, touching his sturdy chest, which was as hot as a flame. Even though she touched it gently, the intoxicating heat soon spread into her palm. She moved down and slowly reached for his abdomen.
She could feel his body temperature increase significantly, burning her fingers and warming her heart while his breath also sped up. In such a crowded space, their fragrance intertwined with each other. When she slid her tongue to lick his thin lips, he couldn't wait to kiss her, but Irish soon withdrew her tongue with a smile.
It was torture for him.
Soon the man's deep and husky voice sounded beside her ears, "Witch girl, do you think I should drive to a secluded spot?"
Under the neon lights, she looked incredibly seductive as the lights flashed in her eyes. She looked up at him as her fingers slipped down to his waist and finally covered his erect cock.
She smiled softly and replied, "Of course, I think that."
