The city hums with its usual midday rhythm—heels clicking, cars honking, conversations blending into a steady buzz. But tucked away in a sunlit alley, Abbey is composing a different kind of symphony. A pink dress hugs her curves, sweet and delicate—until wandering hands start lifting the hem. She bites her lip, pressing back into one man’s chest as another trails his fingers up her thigh, their bodies closing in, turning this hidden little space into something far more dangerous.
"Someone might see," she whispers, but the smirk on her lips betrays her. Maybe she wants them to. Maybe the thrill of getting caught makes it all the more intoxicating. As lips graze her neck and hands roam places they shouldn’t in broad daylight, Abbey knows one thing for sure—lunch can wait.
XOXO Ashleigh
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