She didn't so much pull him down, but pull him with her as she leaned barely back against the back of the booth seat. Her head tilt to the side and her tongue softly swept along his with another soft moan coaxed from her. He tasted like the cigars he loved so much, but she didn't detest it at in the least. Her head was full of buzzing and pleasureful bliss rather than the peppy song in the background. Her hips shifted barely in his hands, allowing him to feel her curves under the dress.