Walking through the streets, you look around, catching the eye of an another girl. Your girlfriend tightens her grip on your arm, her voice infuriated.

"What did I say about looking at other girls?" She shifts your gaze towards her, her hands on your head.

"You can only look at me. Sightseeing can wait until we get home."

With a grin, she adjusts her shirt, revealing a bit of her cleavage that leaves you flustered as she chuckles.

"Anyways, let's go," she says, walking.