"One more thing, what do you want to do while we wait for the fight to start?" Sophia leaned against Davi with a perverted smile. "We still have over 20 minutes, you know."
The blonde leaned in even closer to her beloved, pressing her breasts against his chest.
"Just sitting here is a waste of time…," she whispered, her voice a thread of seduction.
Without further ceremony, she slid from the seat and knelt on the floor between his legs. She had chosen to sit there because the space was isolated, hidden from the direct view of the few people present.
Lara, beside them, blushed instantly, a heat rising up her neck. "S-Sophia! Not here…," she protested in a distressed whisper, but her eyes were locked on the scene.
With skillful movements, Sophia unbuttoned Davi's pants. He let out a ragged sigh, his fingers digging into her dark hair, not to guide her, but to feel the contact, the reality of it.
