…and then he grabbed my titty like I grab an Arby's roast beef, full palm and squeeze. I moaned and bucked against him.
"Harder… God please," I gasped desperately.
Speaking of Arby's roast beefs, we were on their premise. Specifically, in the woman's bathroom. Both us were just a little tipsy, a little full, and wholly horny.
My eyes lowered to his manhood, already full mast. I shuddered and grabbed him close, rubbing him between my lips the way I knew he liked. He moaned in my ear, louder this time. Heedless of the public indecency, I echoed his moans.
'Babe please,' I wanted him to give me a milkshake so bad. God, I wanted him to shake my milk…shakes. Maybe I already did, there was definitely a boy in my yard.
Well, time to make milkshakes out of my God-given shaker. Luke looked at me curiously as I dislodged myself from our tangle on the ground and pushed him against the wall with tipsy legs, right next to the automatic hand dryer. I grabbed his thick meat again with my palm, and this time began pumping away in earnest. My tongue flicked on his tip tantalizing the way I knew him. But I was drunk, he was full on tipsy, and it was time to get kinky.