"Ohhhh, she's one of those kinds. So should we be as loud as possible then? That way she could complain about that wicked purple haired temptress." She teased. "Or you could be even worse and tell her we're married, and then bring people by still and watch her face." Trouble liked to fuck with those kinds the most. She hated them so much.
"Oh, yes. I guess you might deserve my special dance." She purred at him before turning the kiss with her own passion before pulling away and pushing him forward and onto the couch that was closest to them. She then began to move, dancing and swaying her hips before him before moving to straddle him and grinding against him as she slowly began to unbutton her top.