on instinct, you reach up and remove your latex choker. It is about an inch wide with a large copper buckle in front. Emma doesn't resist as you close the buckle and fasten it snugly at her throat.
You lean in for a kiss. Without hesitation, the jogger girl reciprocates with enthusiasm. Her tongue forces its way into your mouth. Hands grip your long raven tresses, one running down through your hair to grip your bountiful butt. As you passionately French kiss, you feel a lump swell on Emma's tongue. With a slight pop, a stud piercing emerged. Her lips feel fuller against yours.
Reluctantly you pull away from the ginger jogger. Her lips had plumped, and more noticeably were now a glossy black color - matching the latex choker around her neck. Looking past her half open lips, you catch the glint of a copper stud in her tongue.
'meet me here at this time tomorrow, and we'll see how you turn out.' you say. You walk away from the stunned girl, a glance over your shoulder and you see a damp spot in the crotch of her yoga pants as well as a distinct cameltoe.