“Walk the cow past a candle – and give me a cut off the other side.”
She laughed and rolled her eyes at me as I told the also smirking waitress the way I liked my steak.
“Were you afraid she was gonna think you had a vagina between those big, strong, hairy legs if you didn’t order your steak still breathing Big Guy?”
I grunted as my manhood strained against my thigh and the fabric of my left pant leg. I immediately touched my foot to hers under the table – playfully but slowly pushing her leg back and invading her space.
I smiled – hoping she’d fight me a bit so I could find an excuse to exert my physical dominance since she clearly won the first round verbally. Instead she kicked off her heel and ran her dainty foot up under my pant leg – submissively caressing my leg thick leg hair in an act of reverence. Probably giving a show to any onlookers
A grunt escaped my chest as a few drops of precum soaked into my slacks.
She won again. She always won.
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