Their lips bit on each other with ferventness; wolves sharing a honey that existed nowhere but each other's tongue.
Maria's tongue dug in, squeezing out the last, lingering moan from her Mel, before pulling back.
Eying Mel's uniform and skirt with a frown, her impatient hand stuttered in the air-
Before tearing away the entire fabric instantly, even the bra and panty.
"Hic!"
Startled, Mel covered her cleavage and drenched bottom; the torn pierces floating indifferently at the two panting couples.
So did everyone else in the restaurant; yet Mel jolted at the slight nudge of the others' heads, her thighs gripping against the heat in her pelvis.
"Perverted Mel."
Maria, in her proper uniform without a wrinkle, pushed her hip forward as she straddled Mel.
"Ah...ah..."
Mel's thigh arced as it met the heat beneath Maria; their depravity belonged to them and only them.
"You've no idea how much I like this imperfection of yours."
