I do recall you saying you were famished.” To which I reply with a you’re gonna get fucked tonite smirk, “I AM famished.” Slowly working through the ice cream but quicker through our first glass of wine and on into the second you coolly inch your way closer to me until our thighs are pressed noticeably against each other. XXNX After assessing your nite I recommend you put that nite on hold and entertain me for the nite, me being famished and lacking any notable company all day…and naturally since I have flattered you in a nonchalant way as to you being my preference for company over any other, you must accept. No longer having and regard for anyone in the restaurant, we begin our journey to your orgasm together…my fingers pumping inside your pussy and you massaging, vigorously…As I whisper in your ear, “Cum for
