Bing finished making out with Jane and turned to the camera, “Still on?”
"Yes," Jane seductively licked her lips, "It’s hot."
"Let’s do this," Bing ripped off his shirt and Jane feasted her eyes on his perfect six pack; they were as enticing as snickerdoodles.
"Oh baby, Bing me," she sighed as she tore off her shirt, grabbed Bing’s face, and forced him to motorboat her. Lizzie stared in horror.