The teen redhead, her pale skin flushed with excitement, watches the Frenchman, his tie hanging loosely around his neck, approach her. He's older, yes, but there's a hunger in his eyes that makes her heart race. She licks her lips, tasting the cherry lip balm she applied earlier. He reaches out, his rough, calloused hands contrasting with her smooth skin, and cups her face. She leans into his touch, her breath hitching as he leans in, his lips brushing against hers, his tongue teasing her bottom lip. She moans softly, feeling his hardness against her thigh, ready to explore the forbidden fruits of experience.