“Are you having fun, bae?” she prods.

He gnashes his teeth, “Oh, you have no idea. Damn!. I see you as pretty sweet, and dreamy. I would feel almost bad for fucking you here. But,” he pauses briefly, “I would.”

“Would you? Could you,” she asks, softly.

“Can I ask you? Be honest,” he starts.

“Mhmm?” she replies.

“Would you like it, here? Or shall we leave? Want me to take you away from here?” His expression is bland, and he is hoping his eyes are unreadable.

“Are you beginning to unravel?" she teases, and she brushes her thigh over his crotch in answer.

“I'm hard. Like I want to fuck,” he murmurs into their shared space. “We should fuck. Are you afraid?" he searches her eyes, and seeing her pupils dilate, "No? I can see it in your eyes. Fucking minx. I adore you.” He pulls her over to the wall, where it is darker and quieter. He pushes her arms above her head, and she grips one of the many rods that span the space above head height.

Running his hands down her thigh, he grips her leg and pulls it up and around his hip. Fingers slip up under her dress, as he whispers into her neck, "I feel like ruining your pretty little hole, tonight," and he reaches between her thighs, seeking out her warm centre. “Fuck me! You’re so wet. I didn't realise you could be this dirty,” and he bites his lip before slipping his fingers inside her underwear, and pushes straight into her wet hole. “Wow,” he growls and curves his two fingers inside of her and firmly rubs her g-spot, “I'm not sure I should get you any wetter, or this floor will be a mess.”

Neither of them look to the ground, to check what is below them. Each lost in the others murky, sex-crazed look.

He finger-fucks her until her eyes start to roll back, and her wetness drips over his wrist. He slowly withdraws his fingers from her pussy, grinning in an almost menacing way, while wiping her juice along her inner thigh, before he leans in to her ear, and growls, “You fucking minx.”

Their lust is palatable. Her arms weaken their grip on the rod, but his eagerness is pushing him between her thighs and her flush up against the wall. She isn't going anywhere. He seeks out the buttons of his jeans, fumbling himself out of them. She finds her clitoris and starts to rub. She is so deliciously on edge.

His throbbing cock is soon in his hands and he replaces her fingers on her clit, with the pre-cum beading head of his cock. He swirls his cock in tight circles around her clitoris, until he feels her writhing - so close. “Sorry baby, but tonight I'm not going to wait. Fuck!,” he drawls, before he slips his cock hard up her wet cunt.

As “Fuck,” is forced out of her jolting lips.