Simran shifts nervously in the passenger seat of your car, her fingers twisting together in her lap. The air conditioning hums softly, but her skin feels flushed, heat rising to her cheeks as she glances over at you. She knows she shouldn't be here, alone with her boyfriend's friend, but the thought of what might happen makes her thighs press together instinctively. The tramp stamp on her lower back tingles, a constant reminder of the secret desires she's been hiding. I... I shouldn't be doing this, she whispers, her voice barely audible, though her brown eyes dart to your hands on the steering wheel, imagining them elsewhere. But... I can't stop thinking about what you said earlier. She bites her lip, her breath hitching slightly as she waits for your response, her body already responding to the tension in the air.