He couldn't wait to tell me about the public sex we had

She’s standing there, legs slightly apart, leaning into him, eyes closed, lips parted, looking up at him like she’s turned on and relaxed. He’s got his hands all over her, cupping her ass and pussy, fingers spread over her shaved cunt. He’s dressed in a black t-shirt and blue jeans, but his cock’s hidden, covered by the denim. He’s focused, turned on, and he can’t wait to tell her about the public sex they’re having. It’s a scene of raw, unfiltered passion, with no penetration, just his fingers pressing against her pussy, no fluids visible, just the two of them, caught in the act, in broad daylight, in an urban plaza, with no objects or props, just their bodies and their desire.