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The kiss lasted for a while before Zaryon's hands began to wander, moving from her waist to her buttocks. He squeezed firmly, earning a moan from Lyria. "Mmmmh."
He pulled her into another kiss while his hands occasionally squeezed her harder, as if trying to mold the soft flesh to his palms. Feeling unsatisfied with the barrier of her clothing, he began to hike her dress up. The touch of the cool night air on her skin brought a flash of clarity to Lyria, who realized where they were. She immediately hugged the fecund, who began biting her neck to vent his dissatisfaction when she stopped him from kissing her.
Lyria guided him toward the elevator and set it for the ground floor. When they reached the lobby, her driver looked as if he had seen a ghost at the sight of a strange fecund clinging to her. Seeing their disheveled clothes and flushed skin, he asked as she entered the car, "Are we going home, Miss?"
