Late night meal, but first drinks

Story Script:

NARRATOR: The dim lighting of the upscale restaurant cast a sultry glow over the black silk dress clinging to her curves. A subtle shift, a neglected strap—her nipple slipped free for just a second. Only his hungry stare caught it.

ACTOR1: Mmm, you’re the only one who saw that, aren’t you?

NARRATOR: Her fingers trailed under the table, dipping beneath the hem of her dress. His gaze locked onto hers as she bit her lip, her hips rocking just slightly.

ACTOR2: Fuck… you’re touching yourself right now.

ACTOR1: And you’re gonna watch.

NARRATOR: Her breath hitched, fingertips circling her clit through soaked panties. A quiet gasp escaped as her thighs tensed, warmth spreading between them. She smirked, draping her sweater low around her waist.

ACTOR1: Be right back.

NARRATOR: As she passed him, she lifted the sweater—just enough to show the glistening wet spot darkening the fabric. His chair scraped back before she even reached the hall.

ACTOR2: You’re fucking dripping.

ACTOR1: Then clean it up.

NARRATOR: His hand shoved her against the bathroom wall, fingers yanking the damp panties aside. She ground back against him, moaning as his cock pressed against her ass.

ACTOR1: Stretch me open. Make me squirt again.

NARRATOR: He spat against her tight hole, driving two fingers deep as her back arched. A gush splashed his wrist before he could even slide his dick in.

ACTOR2: So fucking nasty. Gonna drown me in it?

ACTOR1: Try keeping up.

NARRATOR: His thrusts came hard, her ass clenching around him until another jet of slick heat pulsed between them—right as his cum flooded her.