There is a slight nervousness in the air yet still impishly playful.

Kindling of feverish desires flicker. The voice of shameless thirst whispers into lovers ears.

Eyes share a glance. Wanting more.

Skin touches.

A well of molten want erupts.

Resistance will not quell it. It begs to be sated. Naughty thoughts and lust filled eyes scan the surroundings like a focused predator stalking its prey.

Closer they edge together.

Throbbing bulge is exposed

A hungry slit is parted.

Grinding, rubbing, she ravenously tries to take him deeper into her.

All focus is gone from the action before them.

He quickly surveys the potential onlookers off in the distance. But then is drawn back into the moist, warm, plush, throbbing Heaven that is her.

Climax is not sought. The mere touch and merging is what’s truly desired.

Attempting to control the vigor of her taking all he has to give and him trying to fill her completely only heightens their arousal.

The possibility of being noticed is increased with each wet thrust as she presses back against him.

The breathing is heavy and shallow. Eyes low, vision blurred. Feelings of being on the verge of exploding and imploding all at the same time.

Light from the distance dances and sparkles from the wetness she leaves on his cock.

He focuses on that as she pulls away from him and then comes back and swallows him deliciously.

Alas more potential on lookers in the distance and the action before them has come to a climax heading to the end.

They prepare to depart.
She turns to him with a look of complete submission yet defiant confidence and whispers in his ear, ….
“Don’t forget the popcorn bag”