Bathroom sex at the restaurant

"Fuck me," Lacy said in a sultry voice.

By the time Lacy had taken her mouth off Hank's dick, the both of them had completely forgotten where they were and what was happening outside. Lacy propped herself up with her hands on the bathroom sink and stared at herself in the mirror. Her makeup was running. The makeup that Janice, Hank's wife, had done for her. No-oral Janice. Lacy felt a hint of guilt about that, but it was only fuel for the fire of Lacy's lust. If Janice wouldn't do the job, she would take care of him instead.

Hank squared up behind her. He was wearing his shirt only. It was a silly look for a silly man. But the look in Hank's eyes wasn't so silly. He had been waiting for something like this for a long time. Lacy smiled. This was going to be good. He grabbed her by the waistband of her pants and pulled them down without a question. She pushed her ass out and felt his body heat against hers. It was all he needed.

Hank grabbed her by the hips and pushed it inside. Lacy tried to look him in the eyes in the mirror, to see his face, but he refused to look at her. "Ooh," she gasped. He was dead silent. His steel grip on her hips said all she needed to know. He started slow, pushing it in and out of her like she was going to break or disappear if he committed too hard. But with every thrust, Lacy ground her ass back into him, filling herself up with the joy of it. It was as much the thrill of seeing the married man so dead set on her body as it was the physical sensation. But Hank's caution didn't last long. Each stroke was longer and faster, picking up in intensity every time she grunted and moaned. He was hypnotized by her body.

Soon she was grunting and groaning. That made it even better, for her. Lacy reached back and held his neck as she moaned his name. Hank was dead silent, still. Every bit of his focus was on the free cunt that he'd been given, and he wanted to make the most of every second he had inside it.