Caliente Cocinando Bar & Grill

Stepping out once again into the outside world where people still cannot notice me and my nakedness, I search for the next food spot to hit up which virtually took no time at all since I just had to look to my left and see that there was a hanging wooden sign sticking out from a building with colorful painted text on it saying, "Caliente Cocinando Bar & Grill". "Shit, is that a Mexican restaurant? I sure can go for a burrito or nachos right about now!" I say with enthusiasm as I stuff the half-eaten biscuit in my mouth. I get a move on and start walking to where the restaurant is, and that's when I realize I made a grave mistake... I ain't got no bev(erage). How could I be so goddamn negligent?! Once again, I had let my dick get to my head and didn't think things through, so now here I am, rigorously chewing on a biscuit that is making my mouth feel like the Sahara, and painstakingly swallowing whatever I can. My tongue was going everywhere inside my mouth in an effort to scrape off the pieces of biscuit that were stuck in my teeth, on the roof of my mouth, and on my gums. "Oh my fucking Goooooooooooooooooood!" I got mildly irritated at how much of a bitch it was to clean out my mouth alongside having its moisture drained by a piece of bread. I resorted to using my finger to dig out whatever bits were stuck inside and then flicking them into the street. Although my mouth was still being sapped of its moisture by this conniving biscuit, it at least felt a little less cluttered with some of it not sticking onto the inside of my mouth; but now my finger is kinda wet with my saliva.

Just as I'm about to wipe my finger on my thigh, I see this 5'6 Asian girl with a very light yellow shade to her skin walking towards me. Her black hair went down to the middle of her back, and her dark brown eyes had a serious look to them. On her slim legs were a pair of high-rise skinny jeans, and on her upper body was a tight-fitting, basic white t-shirt with a deep scoop neck. As I kept walking, I found that I couldn't tear my eyes away from the barely covered cleavage of the girl's bouncing bosom as she walked towards me with her arms swinging and her hips mildly swaying. But although the lot of my attention was placed on the set of big boobs she possessed, I still could shake the feeling of petty uneasiness that my slowly drying finger was causing me. "Hope you don't mind me doing this." I say to her whilst reaching out my hand that has the damp finger attached to it. She walks herself into my approaching hand, specifically her soft breast. I stop for a moment to dry my finger on the top of her malleable titty, and as an added measure, I stick it in her warm cleavage to wiggle it around and ensure that there is no saliva left on it. Out of a nagging compulsion, I slap her on her modest butt, and out of another nagging compulsion, I pull one of her tits out of her bra and let it hang out over the neckline of her shirt; I guess on saying that she's a 34D. I trace a few little circles around her pink nipple with my clean finger and give it a pinch before letting her go.

In just a couple steps, I found myself at the restaurant faster than I had anticipated, it was probably because I was so occupied with the arduousness that came with eating a biscuit with nothing to wash it down with, which I still am occupied with. I step through the single-door opening into the restaurant where I notice that this probably isn't a chain restaurant given how tight the area was with how the bar situated on the side was taking up most of the space and made it so that the path leading to the back where the dining tables were could only occupy maybe two or three people that wanted to pass through, given that they aren't in a single file line. The interior was well-designed and fit the aesthetic of Mexican culture with how it wasn't very modern in style as shown by the many pieces of Mayan-inspired architecture and things that were probably prevalent in that era i.e. paintings, small statues, and other knick-knacks; the trumpet-filled Latin music that was playing at a low yet audible volume also enhanced the place's mood. As I already acknowledged, the bar was the closest thing to me when I entered, so I decided to see what I could do there. In front of the wide array of alcohol, there was a short and paunchy Hispanic man that I confidently guessed was the bartender, and in front of him was this thick Latina who I guessed was in her late twenties, but past her was something even more eye-catching than her looks. With a spring in my step, I quickly headed for it, going straight past the young woman without even bothering to give her a touch. I finally got to it - the motherfucking refrigerator. Finally, my suffering could be dealt with. I grabbed the door's handle and swung it open with an overwhelming amount of force and began to peruse the many cold beverages chilling inside it. "'Aguas Frescas'?" I read a label attached to one of the racks that must have been denoting the type of drink above it. I grabbed a generic cup off of it that held some yellow liquid in it and popped its top off. Not even caring if it could be alcohol or not, I put my mouth on its rim and tilted my head back with the cup going with the motion. All I then felt was the cool and refreshing feeling of this liquid slush giving my mouth moisture once again with a great lemon taste to make it all the more enjoyable. I gulped the drink down and got to finishing up with what was left of the biscuit.

"AH! FUCKING FINALLY!!!" I yelled triumphantly as my mouth was back to the way I wanted it, going on to take another drink of the aguas frescas as it's called just as a victory swig. Now that I could fully think straight once again, I turned around and directed my attention to aforementioned thick Latina I saw at the bar since she was the most eye-catching thing now. She and the bartender were just talking to each other in Spanish and on occasion she would pick up her drink to wrap her thick lips that were coated in dark red lipstick around the straw to take a sip from it. She had naturally tan skin and a black ponytail that was long and sleek and would reach down to the middle of her back. Her eyes were dark brown, but oddly vaguely alluring for such a basic color, and her smile was wide and very amiable with how dimples would appear whenever she did smile ear to ear. I moved up a little to get the whole view of her body as the bar was blocking my view of her lower half. On her was a red scoop neck tee, a pair of denim jeans, and 3.5-inch high heels that had an opening for her toes. She was a very voluptuous woman with some nice and thick arms, and everything about her clothing showed off her attractive BBW assets; from the way her shirt's low neckline showed off the cleavage of her big and promising breasts, and how her pants emphasized the size and shape of her thick, meaty thighs, she was pretty much being presented like someone that ought to be touched and felt up. Taking one last sip of my bev, I put it down on the counter and go up behind the thick piece of ass. I let her take one more sip of her drink before going on to lift her arms up into the air and bring my hands around to grab her soft breasts. Her shirt was light and made feeling her tits through her bra all the more enjoyable as there wasn't too much fabric getting in the way. I went on to grab the bottom of her shirt and lift it off of her, exposing her smooth and wide back to me, and the large pair of breasts she had sitting in her cups to the unaware man in front of her. I grabbed her semi-exposed tits once again and fondled them through her nude beige bra that was made out of a soft material, allowing me to squeeze and maneuver her big tits as much as I wanted.

Having my fill of just playing with her braed boobs, I undo her bra from the back and take it off of her. With her bra now hanging off the seat next to her, I step next to her and look at the large 38DDs she has hanging on her chest. With a plain smile on my face, I look up at the guy she's talking to and then at the girl, back to the guy, then the girl, the guy, the girl, guy, girl, guy, girl, guy, girl, and keep this going for a couple more seconds because I found it entertaining how I was just here being the only one that was seeing this shit, not that it was boggling my mind, but it sure was something that I had to give attention now and then. Done with acting like a dickhead, I slide my hand under the curve of her titty and bend over as I lift it up to my mouth. I put my mouth over her nipple, covering the brown areola that was slightly less than size of a pepperoni and suck on it with. As I'm sucking on it, I get the idea to make her nipples hard; so I grab her glass and start rubbing it in circles on her nipple. In no time, her nipple starts growing and getting a little wrinkly, so I put down the glass and enjoy the fruits of my labor by carefully biting it along with giving it some thorough pinches and pulls with my fingers and watching her breast snap back to its natural position every time I let go of her stretched nipple. While doing this, I look up at her as she's still conversing with the man who is cleaning the inside of a glass. "How you just gonna look the man in his eyes and not offer him your tits? Shakin' my head." I playfully chide her for having her titties out during a conversation like it's nothing, even though it was my doing.

Whenever I looked at her, I always found my eyes drawn to her lipsticked mouth, so I turned her head a little to make it face me and went in to stick my tongue inside her mouth and start making out with her, causing her Spanish to degenerate into a sloppy mess of sounds. The feeling of my lips pressing against the thickness of hers felt just as good as I imagined and even fueled me in playing with her breast some more by clutching its fattiness very deliberately and bouncing it up and down in my hand very rapidly so that I could feel its weightiness. I licked the inside of her mouth with much speed and energy, incidentally tangling my tongue around hers as mine was being thrown about the place. I pulled myself away from her mouth to breathe a little and even slowed down the playing with of her boob. I looked down at her thick and wide thighs that were being hugged by the pair of jeans she had on and thought it would be a good idea to venture down there. Taking my hand off her DD, I slide my hand down over her stomach where I feel the folds of it as my hand draws nearer to the waistband of her jeans. I get down to her pants unbutton her jeans with more effort on my part than I expected and zip down her fly, giving me a little look at the red lace panties she has on. I put my hand inside a leg of her pants and gripped the meat of her fatty thigh and even gave it the hardest tap I could with how limited the space was in there before putting two fingers on top of her panties where her slit was and going on to rub it around and push the fabric inside her a little whenever I tried penetrating her through it. Not wanting to go through the hassle of getting her out of her chair just to take off her pants so that I could remove her underwear, I just stuck my hand inside them. "Wow~! You let it grow, don't you?" I make a comment at her for having so much hair down there. Getting past that field of pubic hair she has, I put two fingers all the way inside her pussy and started rapidly moving them around inside of her. If I listened real close, I could hear the sounds her pussy was making from me messing around inside of her. I go back to making out with her in the same messy way I was doing before, revisiting the feel of her plump lips whilst flailing my tongue a bunch inside her mouth. I stopped kissing her to bring my head down to her chest where I would then open my mouth up wide and plant it on top of her 38DD boob as much as I was physically able to. I got faster with my fingers and in turn, the sounds coming from her vagina became more audible. But above all that making of sexual noise, I heard a very familiar word come out from the girl's mouth.

"Adios!" she said very clearly.

"Adios! Tengas una buena noche!" the bartender say the same thing back to her.

I was no ignoramus; the two had just said bye to each other, so I took that as my cue to stop and let her go, especially considering how long I've been with her. I stepped away from her to give her the space she needed to get up and leave, and just like that, she went on her way. I watched her walk out with all that big, fat ass she had on her, and those large 38DD boobs she had on her that were still out and free for the world to see— oh! Bars.

With an end to that, I find myself standing in a place where there are no females around for me to use, that is until I look into the back of the restaurant and notice that there are four people sitting at a table all the way in the back. "How the fuck I miss that?" I say with a perplexed look on my face as I stare at the patrons in the area that is dimly lit by the natural light of the Sun that pours in from the entrance and starts to subside as it furthers into the restaurant. I start moving on over there, but first I grab my drink and guzzle it all the way down before I forget about it. I briskly walk on over to the square table and stand next to it to look at what this group consists of. There are three girls and one guy and they all look like they graduated high school a year or two ago. All of them were Hispanic and thankfully were speaking in English, made me feel included as ironic as that is since I'm very elated that my existence is practically excluded from all social interactions. All of them had their meals in front of them and seemed to be having a very good time eating and talking with each other.

"I don't know, girl~. She seem like a sssssssssssssssssssSNAKE to me!" the male of the group says in a voice that many would consider to be a "gay voice". I didn't really feel like making any conclusions on his sexuality, even with how he had his combed hair coiffed and the fact that he was hanging out with three girls. As he continued speaking, I pulled his chair back and took him out of his seat to put him in the one that was at the other side of the area at another table. I sat down in the wood chair that had a seat made of straw and made myself comfortable.

"Even with a plate of good food in front of you, you still wanna be gossipin' about shit. Just shut up n eat, George!" the girl diagonal to my left speaks. Her skin was naturally tan, her black hair was in this long pixie cut that had one part of her hair swept over to one side of her face and curtained her cheek whilst having the other part look shorter in comparison, and she wore a pair of brown wayframe glasses over her dark brown eyes.

"Yeah, what Liz said! Eat your food, stupid!" the girl in front of me said with food in her mouth as she waved her fork around at George's plate. She was fair-skinned, had slightly wavy black hair that went down to the middle of her back with swept bangs to cover most of her forehead, and dark brown doe eyes.

"Ewwwwwwwwwwwwwwww! Don't talk with food in your mouth, Ramona!" the girl next to me on my left by the wall complains in a whiny voice. She had light tan skin, wavy black hair that came down to her shoulder blades, dark brown eyes, a rounded and kind of chubby face, and had braces on.

"What was that, Ines?" Ramona stuffs her mouth with more food before swallowing what was even in and stands a little out of her chair to lean over the table and get close to Ines's face, "I couldn't hear you over the sound of me chewing, nom nom nom!" Ramona taunts Ines, her words lacking in clarity due to the amount of food she shoveled inside her piehole.

"Stoooooooooooooooooooooooooooop!" Ines backs away from Ramona with her hands covering her face and her head turned with her eyes partially closed.

"Hm hm hm~." Ramona laughs to herself as she sits back down, looking like a chipmunk with how her cheeks were being puffed out by the food.

"Ugh. You guys are so much worse than me. Hey, didn't you say you wanted to try some of my steak?" George says.

"Oh! Yes! Please!" Ines answers, showing some excitement at the prospect of sampling her friend's food as she lifts up her fork and stabs a small piece of meat with it to bring it up to her mouth and eat it.

"...Mm!" she swallows, "Mm-mm. I don't like it. Tastes weird." she superficially critiques the piece of steak and goes on to drink from her glass, supposedly to wash out the taste.

"I knew you was gonna say some shit like that. You're so... what's that word? ...FINICKY! Yeah. Finicky." George responds.

"Didn't like the way the meat tasted, huh, Ines?" I put my hand on the back of her head and bring it down to my crotch, "Well I think you'll like—" *burps* "like the way MY meat tastes." I say as I make her gradually swallow my dick, feeling the coldness of her lips she had recently put on her chilled glass as it came into contact with my tip and made its way down my shaft. I grabbed the top of her head for some added control in making her head go up and down as I got some head of my own. I felt like I was receiving a very casual blowjob with how we were all calmly sitting at a table inside a restaurant just chatting— we—well excluding my dumbass of course, but the fact that I just had her sucking on my cock as they all talked amongst themselves while I was over hear pretty much eavesdropping on them really just made things seem ordinary, I guess.

"So..." Liz starts talking, but stops to chew her food, "my bro came home with a tattoo yesterday and my mom totally lost her shit. Like... she was speaking Spanish all fucked up and stuff with how much she was trippin'."

"Oh my God, bruh. What kinda tattoo was it?" Ramona asks and takes a bite out of her food.

"It was like this dagger that hand wings coming out the handles and some other things I can't remember."

"Was it big?" George asks.

"It like took up most of the side of his bicep. My mom was really freakin' out - breathin' mad fast and heavy n shit."

"Oh damn. How you feel about that?" George asks.

"He's a fuckin' dumbass. Like I don't know what the fuck he was thinkin'! Showin' up at home and being inked. Like... didn't even try talking about it with my mom! Like what the fuck?!"

"Didn't you say you wanted to get a tattoo at some point?" Ramona asks.

"Yeah. But I think I'll do it when I'm able to move out. Not like that'll keep my mom from havin' a fit, even with warning."

"Of what?" George asks.

"I've been thinkin' about getting like..."

I drowned out what Liz was saying and focused more on guiding Ines's mouth up and down my member. I leaned my head back and closed my eyes, as I let my hands that were practically on autopilot push and pull her head up and down, letting me enjoy the feeling of having my dick sucked that I had grown accustomed to over these last couple of seconds, but not enjoying it any less than when I first started. I started getting a little bit rougher with her, pushing her head all the way down until her lips were touching the base of my cock. I was choking her with my dick and it felt good: having my tip at the back of her throat and feeling her twitch every time she reflexively gagged. I took the slow and thorough approach with her mouth, bringing her head all the way up off my cock until she was just at my tip, then bringing it all the way back down until I was at the back of her throat again. I did this for next thirty or so seconds and decided that I wanted to see how she looked after trying out my meat. "Ooh, Ines." I raise her head up, "How'd you like the taste of that?" I say to her with a smirk on my face as I look into her blank eyes. Her mouth was hanging open and her lips had been moistened up from the repeated times they slid up and down on my dick that she was getting wet with her saliva. "Ooh, you got somethin' right there." I commented on the drool she had hanging from her bottom lip. Not doing the obvious thing like picking up a napkin from the table, I instead turn to face her better and grab the bottom of her white tube top. "Lemme me just..." I said as I cleaned her lip. After dabbing her lip of the hanging saliva, I found myself looking at her exposed midriff and some of the underboob that was being shown. "...Lemme just..." I say as I go on to pull her shirt off of her. With her 38B breasts now exposed, I drop her top and start feeling them up, twisting the smooth, brown nipples she had on them. I adjust myself back the way I was originally sitting and take her by the head once again to bring her down for a taste of my meat. I clutched her hair real tight with my right hand and bobbed her head up and down, getting myself halfway in her mouth while only having her go up to my shaft and back down to the middle of my penis. I used my other hand to play with her boobs, alternating between each one so that I could get my fill of groping, massaging, and shaking them.

"Hopefully that walrus don't do nothin' stupid." I tune back into the conversation and hear Liz say.

"Blubber, hehe." Ramona says, laughing at what she just said.

"But with that out of the way, how—"

"Hol' up, Liza, I'm sorry. Ramona, why you keep on fidgetin' around?" George asks.

"It's nothin', my legs is just itchy." she tells him as she does squirm around a little in her seat.

"Why? Is it 'cause o' yo stank-ass pussy~, haha~?" he roasts her a little.

"Shut up, bitch! It's prolly just 'cause of my leggings! Now continue, Liz." Ramona replies.

"Yeah, sure, change the subject." George teases Ramona.

"Don't you worry now, Ramona. I believe you." I say to her as I see that she's now trying her hardest to not fidget around as much as before.

I totally let go of Ines and put my hands up in the air beside my head where everyone can see and not see them. With her being of no more use to me, she picks her head up and incidentally gets my dick out of her mouth. I scoot back in the chair and slip myself down on the floor underneath the table. Right there in front of me were Ramona's skinny legs that were clothed by her black leggings. I could see that she was bouncing her foot a little and smoothing her fingertips over the inside of her thighs and even getting in some scratches as to not make it obvious that she was touching herself around that area. I crawled up to her and parted her legs as much they would flex outwards, and pulled her more towards me as a way of bringing her crotch closer to myself, causing her to slouch in her chair a little. I brought my nose to her vagina and sniffed it then immediately recoiled a little at the potent stench of her pussy; George just might've been onto something. I didn't let that stop me though and went on to grip the fabric in front of her crotch with both my hands and it tear it right open. With a big, gaping hole in her leggings that leaves most of her thighs uncovered, I'm able to see that she isn't wearing any underwear, explaining why her genitalia was so odorous.

"Sweaty pussy, huh? ...Am I really bouta do this?" I take a moment to re-evaluate my next choice and before I know it, my tongue was covering most of the expanse of her hairless vagina. It was honestly a little bit unpleasant to breathe while eating her out, so I opted to take very short breaks to pull my head away and gather air before returning to her salty cunt. Even with me having to breathe in intervals in order to suffer less when snacking on her downstairs, the whole minor ordeal was offset by the fact that she had quite a big clitoris. It wasn't grotesque or off-putting in any way, at least to me, but it definitely had to be the most out there one I came across during this entire day with how it looked like a bigger than usual popcorn kernel that was colored a vibrant pink and complemented the fair skin surrounding it; it would take a blind and/or stupid person to glance over such a thing. I flicked it side to side with the tip of my tongue and was actually able to feel some of its weight each time my tongue came into contact with it, just like what the Third Law of Motion entails. After smacking it around with my tongue, I started circling the tip of it around her bud, and as I did so I could feel the secretion from her vagina starting to accumulate. I stopped tonguing her and pulled my head back a little to bring my finger to her clit so that I could start flickering it as if it were a light switch, with the main difference between the two being that there was no on or off with her, just more pussy-oriented waterworks. I carefully watched as her pussy started to glisten with its own juice, straining my eyes to see the effervescence that was in it.

I stop playing with her kernel and put a thumb on each side of her pussy so that I can then pull them away from each other to open her pussy up more with a sticky wet sound accompanying the spread. Yeah, she was wet like a motherfucker from all that foreplay, as to be expected with a clitoris of that magnitude. "Huh... that may just be stupid enough to try." I say out loud as an idea has just come to me. Reaching my hand up from under the table and up to its surface, I tap my hand around on top of it in search of something. "Where the fuck is it? ...Oh? Got it!" I say in victory as I've found what I was looking for. Bringing my hand back down underneath the table with me, I look at the half-empty glass belonging to Ramona and take the lime wedge off of its rim. After carefully putting the glass back on top of the table, I hold the lime over Ramona's pussy and squeeze its juice onto it. With the wedge pretty much out of juice, I place it down on her chair and close in on her pussy with my tongue out and ready to see what it tastes like now and immediately regret it as soon as my whole entire tongue makes contact with her vagina. "MMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMM!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!" I exclaim with my lips all puckered and my face contorting at how much lime I just tasted all at once, this is exactly why I didn't pass chemistry. The sour and bitter taste subsided, but being the dumbass I am, I went to do it again. With my tongue out like before, I did an upward brush on her pussy with my tongue and got the same result as the previous one, but this time it was a bit watered down. I did it a third time thinking that I'd fully like it, but no, it was still savory and lime-flavored pussy.

"Be right back, I gotta go pee." I hear Ramona say.

"I'ma go too." Ines says.

They both scoot their chairs back and get up from the table. I watch them walk with each other, specifically looking at how Ramona's just walking with that big hole I left in her leggings and how Ines is right behind her with no top on to cover up those B-cups of hers. The two disappear into a recess of the restaurant and not too long after that, I hear the squeak of a door opening followed by the light bang of it closing. Almost immediately after hearing it close, I see something move in the corner of my left eye and turn my head to see what it is. It was Liz's legs that were half-bent at the knees from her halfway standing up from her chair.

"You are such a pig, girl." George says.

"The fuck up! She been sayin' that she needa lose some weight, yet I don't see her doin' shit. Ain't a big deal if I take some of her food." Liz says.

"Oink oink." he teases her.

"Hmhm, fuck you." she laughs a little.

"Takin' ya friend's food now without askin', huh?" I crawl out from under the table, "That don't seem valid to me. Weight gain mitigation or not, you shall pay for your... um... what's a good word for me to— TRANSGRESSION! Yeah. You shall pay for your transgression." I say as I rise up from the floor. As already stated, Liz is picking at Ines's plate and taking bites of what she's grabbed. I push Ramona's chair all the way in and move towards the scavenging Latina. With her being out of her chair and bent over the table, my eyes were naturally drawn to her butt as it was sticking out. She had on these navy blue baggy sweatpants and a plain-looking black t-shirt, giving her this tomboy or non-girly aesthetic that was further emphasized by her haircut. Seeing as how I want to punish her, I gave her a quick, solid smack on the behind to which I felt a lot of weight come from it upon impact, or at least more than I was expecting. "Ooh~ whatchu got goin' on here, Liz?" I say in curious wonder. I straighten her legs so that her rear is fully sticking out, and make her torso perpendicular to the table so that it's even more out. I grab the waistband of her sweats and pull her pants down with a swift and forceful tug where they drop down to the floor around her ankles. "Oh damn, Liz! Is this where all the fat goes?" I ask in relation to how much of a big and shapely ass she had in those light blue boyshorts of hers. Her ass had this nice wideness to it and was made even more appealing by how her hips flared out and how she was quite slim at the torso, not mention how very smooth her skin was with having barely any imperfections on it. "Alright, Liz, I'ma let you take one last bite before dishing out your retribution." I pointlessly inform her whilst sliding her underwear down. She digs around in the plate for a little while before stabbing a thick piece of meat on it and bringing it up to her mouth. Right as she slid the eating utensil out of her mouth and started chewing, I placed my hand on top of her back a little above her tailbone and readied my other hand. Quickly, I swung it toward the butt cheek closest to me and hit it hard, sending a sting throughout my hand, and a sharp smack sound throughout the restaurant. I dealt rapid strikes to her behind, alternating between cheeks and making them and her somewhat toned thighs jiggle severely in all their well-roundedness, even putting a pause to the smacking just to dig my fingers into their softness and pull at their meatiness.

"Maybe I should get this if we ever eat here again. Tastes mad good." Liz says as she smacks her lips.

"Oh I'll show you something that I bet tastes 'mad good'." I stop beating her behind that has changed in color a bit from my strikes. I weaved three of my fingers around each other and stuck it inside her pussy, making a disgusting yet audibly arousing squish sound upon entry. I moved them all around inside her vagina as much as her walls would let me while also rigorously feeling up one of her butt cheeks with my other hand. After giving her pussy a little stretch, I take my fingers out and bring 'em 'round to her face and stuff them inside her mouth without even thinking about how there could be chewed up food in there. Thankfully she seems to be a fast eater as I'm not feeling any big chunks as I swab the inside of her mouth with my fingers that have been made somewhat sticky from having the fluid of of her pussy on them. I curl my fingers and hook them into her cheek, pulling it back my way to turn her head and have her look at me a little bit. I lean in towards her and remove my fingers from her mouth so that I can put my tongue in her mouth and start making out with her like some brute. I tasted so many things while swapping spit with her and unfortunately food as well, but that didn't deter me from getting it on with her thieving mouth. I took myself away from her for just a moment and kicked her chair back so that I could pick her up, flip her over, and slam her back down onto the table; not too hard though. The plates and glasses shake upon impact and make noise, an eating utensil falls on the floor, but I don't let any of that distract me from hunching over and getting back to my messy mouth-to-mouth with Liz. I weave my three fingers again and stick them inside her cunt, going on to very rapidly blast it wide open with all the strength and force my bicep will allow me to output. With George back in his rightful spot and scrolling on his phone, something that I did not notice, the area was only filled with music and the sounds of me getting nasty with Liz's mouth and pussy.

"Why y'all so quiet? What happened?" I hear Ines say as she comes back and sits down in her chair.

"*snickers* Nothin'. Everything's cool." George says with a mild teeth-baring smile.

"Mmerfurgashinermishmer." Liz tries to say something, but my tongue being inside her mouth prevents her from saying anything intelligible.

"Okay. Um... Ramona's taking a number two, so she'll be in there for a while." Ines tells them.

"Poor girl. Wonder what she's been up to." George says with that same smile.

"Don't say that~. But anyways, let's get the check." Ines says.

"Mmrf." Liza makes a sound.

Seeing as how they're about to wrap things up, I decide that I do the same. I bring myself up off of Liz, simultaneously pulling my fingers out of her vag with a string of her liquid content coming with before severing. She raises herself up off the table with her back facing Ines. As she turns to get herself properly oriented with her chair, I that the back of her shirt is stained with the food from her plate - my fault. I give that fat, immaculate ass of hers some few hard taps and a good pinch before she sits it back down in her chair. With everything back to "normal", I figure that it would be very wise for me to rid the taste of all the stuff that I got in my mouth recently. I head on over back to the fridge and grab me another cup of the aguas frescas, this time a very vibrant yellow one. I take the lid off and take a swig of it and immediately know that it's mango. I swish it around in my mouth before going over to the sink at the bar and spitting it down the drain. I repeat this process until my mouth smells of mango and not of the past nonsense I was doing and put the cup down at the bar. While going down the path leading to the exit, I pick up the bra of that big-titted Latina with the DDs that walked out of her with those big boobs of hers still out and held it up to my nostrils to give it a deep sniff, filling them with the sweaty yet pleasant stench of the mild sweat from her breasts as I walked back out onto the sidewalk.