♥ - "Would you take the extra money for 'special services?'"

I suggest, and he narrows his eyes at me. "What is your name, young man?" Stojan asks in his deep voice. I let my eyes travel his body- Messy black quiff, a trimmed, soft looking black mustache, grey eyes, large biceps, large hands, muscular chest and a muscle gut, muscular legs, thick thighs, large feet, square jaw and a pale olive skin tone... He's sexy as hell. "My name is Fresco." I state, and he brushes my face with his warm hand. "Ah... Fresco..." He mumbles deeply, seeming to look into my eyes with longing. "These tables lower and there are no windows. I only need to lock the front door and turn the neon sign off. Wait here." He goes about his business, closing a pair of black curtains that are hanging over the front doors and lowering the table I was sitting at as I untie my sweatpants. He turns to me and lightly pushes me on the table into a sitting position, before closing his gorgeous eyes and leaning in to kiss me. I open my mouth slightly and his warm, wet tongue travels to mine with no particular taste about it. I unbutton his tight shirt as he kisses me, resting his hands on my sides and sliding them down to my waist, then my hips, and then he carefully pulls my pants off, beginning to massage my thighs. I don't dare open my eyes as I pull him closer by his handsome bowtie, bathing in his warmth and size compared to me. He has to be ten inches taller than me, his knees are still only at the edge of the table when I'm fully backed against the booth. He helps me take his shirt off of his large arms, and my hands wander his warm, naked torso, looking for the trigger on the gun of sex...