[With his touch drifting down, she moves over him to press against his lips more fully, making her dress hike up in the process. If she still had half the sense she had when she was sober, she'd be glad that the streets are mostly dark. Otherwise, anyone peering into the cab would end up getting quite an eyeful. She doesn't care for modesty as she relishes the scrape of his teeth on her lip, returning it in kind. Aggression meets aggression as they both unleash their frustration in lust.]
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