Date night

Story Script:

NARRATOR: The restaurant was quiet, the tablecloth long. Cindy’s stocking-clad foot found John’s crotch under the table, her toes pressing against the hard bulge in his pants.
CINDY: Having fun with your dinner, baby?
JOHN: Fuck, Cindy. Your foot feels amazing on my cock.
NARRATOR: She rubbed him slowly, her eyes locked on his as she bit her lip. He reached under the table, his fingers finding the soaked fabric of her panties.
CINDY: I’m not wearing any underwear. Just for you.
JOHN: God, your pussy is so wet. I can feel your heat through your dress.
NARRATOR: His fingers pushed the fabric aside, finding her slick, swollen clit. She gasped, her back arching slightly in her chair.
CINDY: Yes, right there… play with my clit. I’ve been wanting your fingers all night.
JOHN: I want to bend you over this table and fuck you right here.
CINDY: Then do it. I need your cock inside me now.
NARRATOR: He didn’t hesitate. Lifting her dress, he guided his thick, hard dick into her dripping wet cunt, both of them moaning as he filled her completely.