Scott McCall and Allison Argent find themselves in the back row of a movie theater their hands meet in the dark popcorn bucket, fingers intertwining as they feed each other buttery kernels Allison’s free hand slides under his thigh, tracing the inseam of his jeans with deliberate pressure, testing his composure. Under the cover of darkness, she unbuckles his belt with one hand, her knuckles brushing the waistband of his boxers as she tests his resolve. The faint scent of his arousal mixes with the popcorn butter, heightening her senses and making her mouth water. Allison puts her hair up into a ponytail, then her palm traces the outline of his cock through the fabric. She tosses a piece of popcorn into her mouth staring straight at the screen while a mischievous smile forms on her lips. His hand slides up her inner thigh, feeling the damp heat through her panties, and he murmurs that she tastes like butter already. Scott raises the armrest between them, inspiring Allison to lean down, pressing a hot, open-mouthed kiss to his arousal through the denim, leaving a damp spot while keeping her eyes locked on the screen. He unbuttons her jeans, then slides his fingertips beneath her underwear running his hand over and along her sopping folds. She unzips his jeans and slides