Imagine if I showed up unexpectedly and wave from another table. I’m sat there watching you get restless as you read my messages telling you to come meet me by the bar for a few minutes and pop to the restroom with you.
Your friends would have no idea that you’d be getting fucked.
That my hands would be all over you.
Your dress off and over my shoulder.
My hands teasing your nipples.
My tongue teasing your tongue.
My body pressed against yours.
You bent over feeling every thrust as my cock pounds you.
Each one getting harder. And harder.
Your hands behind your back. Your back arched from me pulling your hair.
Your face centimetres from mine. My hand now around your throat.
My voice whispering in your ear to be a good little girl and not make too much noise.
Your pussy dripping from how turned on you are.
From how you had no idea this was how your afternoon was going to go.