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She was definitely, absolutely, 100% drunk. So she didn’t think twice about allowing him to stick his hand in her bra, in a doorway in the middle of the street, just around the corner from the very busy bar, at 9.30pm.

He cupped her breast and ran his thumb over her nipple, gasping as she held his bottom lip between her teeth.

She placed her hands in the back pockets of his jeans and pulled his hips to meet hers, feeling him against her, grinding herself on him.

He cocked his leg so she sat astride his thigh, and held her against him with his free hand. His fingers slipped out of her bra and started to lift her skirt, then found the edge of her knickers.

She giggled and moved her hand to the front of his jeans, cupping him outside, feeling him against the denim. He pushed his fingers inside her, keeping her balanced on his knee as she started to tremble. She buried her head into his neck to stop herself crying out, hearing someone behind her.

She felt him remove his hand, as he sighed into her hair, and whispered, “Let’s get out of here.”