A tap on the bottom of Luke’s boot brought him back to the present. He tipped his hat back and looked up at Birdie. He was out of the chair, arms wrapping around his girlfriend’s waist. He pulled her to him, his mouth crushing against her, pleasant, bruising passion. He wanted to run his tongue over every inch of her soft skin. Maybe they could dip into one of the restrooms and he’d have her up against the wall, her teeth biting into his shoulder to keep from screaming out loud as he f****d her hard. In his jeans, Luke’s c**k liked the idea, eager.
Birdie let out a soft moan, her tongue fluttering over Luke’s bottom lip. She broke their embrace, her breath coming out in soft huffs through her nostrils. “I missed you too,” she said, straightening the sunglasses and baseball cap that he’d k
