Marina looked at me with slutty, angry eyes, her thighs clenched tightly together, trying to alleviate the ache I had ignited between them. Seeing her like that, I laughed, a low, teasing sound that only served to fuel her anger.
She shot me a glare, her eyes sparking with frustration and desire, and pressed the accelerator harder, driving like an angry lioness eager to pounce.
She didn't say a word the entire journey, her focus solely on the road ahead. Soon, we reached our destination, and I stepped out of the car, taking in the vibrant atmosphere of the amusement park she had chosen. I walked around to the driver's side and opened the door, finding Marina still seated, her legs pressed firmly together.
"What's wrong, Marina? Let's go. This place looks amazing. It's going to be fun," I said, my voice laced with amusement and curiosity.
Marina looked up at me, her eyes a mix of anger and embarrassment. "It's all your fault," she hissed. "I can't walk like this."
