The flash of the camera illuminated the booth just in time to capture their surprise kiss, highlighting Avery’s perked brows and Corey's reddened cheeks. At the same time that her lips landed on his, Corey’s hand slid down her curvature and gripped a handful of her ass from beneath her incredibly short dress. Thank goodness for her nude underwear, covering up her goodies.<br/><br/>Corey had frozen in place for a moment, but once the flash subsided and the dim lighting surrounded them again, the machine whirring to print their pictures, Avery felt his lips meld more purposely against hers. Even when their lips parted and they each took in a big breath of heated air again, his hand still wouldn’t release her panty-clad ass cheek. Corey’s gaze focused on hers and with a sheepish smile, he said ‘oops,’ as if he hadn’t meant to grab her there.<br/><br/>Avery laughed, feigning shock with a profound gasp, looking animatedly from her bottom to Corey’s face. “Says the guy who still has a handful of ass in his hand,” she spoke the words through laughter, giving him the sort of look a librarian would give to a loud customer. “Do you want to see the pictures?” She asked, gently releasing his shirt collar from her grip, but only barely.