Ken let his butt hit the tarmac, his back against the building, looking around for security cameras. “By your clock? Sex Even so, experienced or not, the only times he’d ever even heard of public displays of affection like this didn’t occur with thirty-year-olds. Steve nearly choked on his last few sips. A couple of minutes into her little dance-walk into nowhere, she came upon an interesting sight: four people sitting and standing against a car, just straight-up drinking. Eventually, he settled on an energy drink and went up to the counter to pay for it. What are your names?”
“Ken.”
“Lauren.”
“Well, Ken and Lauren, I’m Steve. As much as it would have turned Ken on to have more of an audience for his girlfriend, he was thankful the windows were tilted and this was the non-caring city of Toronto he was dealing with, as he mentally told himself ‘fuck it’ and pulled his own cock out. Make sure that your next t-”
“Are you serious?!” Ken’s smile was now gone. Pretty soon, Lauren had moved into his lap, wrapping her legs around his hips as the two sat, her hands on his shoulders, wrestling her tongue with his as if her life depended on it.
