He kissed her neck.

"I really like that," she said.

"I really FUCKING like that." Turning to him; the creep was old enough to be her grandfather. He had hit on her earlier, and she had told him to 'Get lost.'

She placed her luscious lips on his and pressed her tongue into his mouth; his breath tasted like whisky, her leg running up along his and wrapping firmly around him.

Tilting her head, she pulled his mouth back to her neck.

He sucked gently and she let out a soft moan, feeling her soaked red panties clinging to her.