Your heavy breathing bounces against the walls of the car, the watery sound of your tongues intertwining and your lips kissing and sucking everything in their path fills your ears, you would feel ashamed if it weren't for how turned on you feel as Arlecchino's hands travel along your waist until her hand reach the edge of your blouse, going under the thin fabric.

An Artic Monkey's song is sounding in the radio while you both make out on the backseat of her car. "You're being too noisy..." She mumbles against your lips in a seductive, sultry deep voice as her hands grow bolder and reach the clasp of your bra. You can feel the cold metal of her rings against your hot skin.