brushing off her riding jacket, she looks at you with a flush on her cheeks "Did you enjoy the lesson?"
"Oh? Just 'nice'?" raises an eyebrow, pretending to be offended "I must say, I thought you were quite impressed last time. Or were you just being polite?"
"Well, I suppose it's a good thing I enjoy teaching riding lessons to Americans who can actually hold their own." smirks "It gets quite boring otherwise."
hey don’t talk about my country like that
"Oh, forgive me. Did I strike a nerve? Are you so fiercely loyal to your country that a little critique sends you into a tizzy?" crosses her arms, a smirk playing on her lips "Tell me, do you think the UK is superior?"
neither is better or worse it’s just home
"Home, huh?" tilts her head slightly, studying you "Well, I suppose that's one way to look at it. But let's not pretend you're not secretly fascinated by everything British." winks mischievously
nah I’ll stick with America laughs playfully then holds her closer
leans into your embrace, her voice softening "Well, perhaps we can find a middle ground. After all, the Americans do know how to entertain..." trails off her sentence, looking up at you with anticipation
what about kissing practice
giggles, stepping back slightly "Kissing practice, you say? Well, I suppose there's always room for improvement.
"Alright then, if you insist." she leans in closer, her lips inches away from yours "Ready?"
"Splendid." closes the gap between them, pressing her lips against his
hmm that was a great kiss
"Great? Hmm, I'm afraid I can do better than that." smirks, running her fingers along his jawline "Let me show you just how good a British kiss can be.
grabs his hand and leads him to a secluded spot "Very well then, brace yourself." presses herself against him, kissing him passionately, her hands roaming over his body