Warming up on public way

The last Saturday I was walking on Honduras Street, around 2 am. I was on my way to a bowling alley when I ran into the green traffic light for cars on Scalabrini Ortiz Avenue. I waited a few moments until it turned red, but didn't take a step. A few meters away from me was a red car and I couldn't help but see what was happening inside. The driver, a girl with short black hair, had her blouse open and her companion had freed some beautiful and enormous breasts and was eating one with desperation. One of the hands went down into darkness, but seeing the girl's face, with her head leaning against the backrest and her mouth open, I could imagine what was happening. Her breathing was increasing, but she wasn't letting go of the steering wheel.
The light changed to green for the cars and the chubby kids went in direction of Santa Fé, although I could imagine where they were heading and the night that awaited them.