Damn her husband's a lucky guy.

The two of you emerge from the restroom, your legs weak and your head spinning, while Gemma casually wipes away a speck of cum from her lips with her fingers. You don't know how it was humanly possible for her to have actually gotten better, but she has. Her cocksucking skills have gone from legendary to absolutely god-like. You don't think you've blown faster in your entire life - almost embarrassingly so. The staff at the counter give you an odd look but don't dare say a word.

Gemma heads to your booth, while you make your way back to Kevin, making sure to delete any evidence of the message you sent to his mom. You don't want him to know about the two of you - not just yet, anyway. You flick to his settings and leave him one little surprise, however.

"Thanks, chump," you say, tossing the phone onto the table next to him. "You enjoy that. Look after that arm of yours."

Suspiciously, Kevin checks his phone to see what you've done to it. His jaw drops and his eyes go wide as he sees the wallpaper you've set on his phone - a photo of your massive cock balls deep down Gemma's throat. He cranes his neck around to try and see where she is but doesn't seem to recognize the back of her head on the other side of the restaurant. With a smirk, you point towards your booth and head back to finish off your lunch with Gemma.