Dave and Lizzy's lips meet in a flurry of passion, their tongues entwining in a dance as old as time. They kiss with abandon, their bodies pressing close, their hands roaming, seeking, finding. The room is filled with the wet, sloppy sounds of their kiss, the scent of their arousal heavy in the air. They kiss until their lips are swollen, their breaths ragged, their bodies aching with unfulfilled desire.