Get her on top of Jess

You lift the athletic girl up just enough to get her crotch all the way clear of Jess' head, then slam her forward with just enough **** to rap her head off the table in the puddle of jizz between the redheads legs. "What... what the fuck are you doing?" Jess' mom demands, shocked out of her wrathful fugue by the noise.

"**** your daughters friend, dont worry about it." you bark at the older redhead, before gazing down at the slowly recovering black girl you are now pinning to the table and on top of her tiny-titted friend "Better get to eating that creampie bitch. Dont want your friend to have a ****-baby, do you?" For a moment she just lays there, looking confusedly at Jess' cummy pussy. Deciding she was taking too long, you lightly slap the side of her face "Get to it slut!" you order again.

"What the hell!" Jess mom presses "You just **** my daughter, isnt that enough for you?" Jess shudders back to awareness as Desereis head tilts in towards the other girls abused pussy, light sucking noises escaping her lips as she seals them around her vulva. Jess begins to writhe a bit, groaning and shifting caught somewhere between trying to escape and pleasure at her friends ministrations. Jess' legs wrap around Desereis head, and you realize they've done this before.

"Of course not." you lazily reply, barely having to hold the ebony skinned girl down at this point as her friends hands start searching her hips, swiftly finding her zipper and shakily moving to open her pants up "So, you can either shut up and watch me **** your daughters friend, maybe even take Jess again, or you can get the fuck out."

You can feel cloth moving against your jeans, and look down to see Desereis toned, tight ass and smooth, wet pussy being revealed, the black teens lacey red thong vibrantly contrasting the plain black pants that make up the restaurants uniform bottom where they rest halfway down her thighs. "How the hell is she going to get home if I leave with Adam and Brad?"

You catch the pale girls hands as they move to the black girls hips and move them to your fly, Jess whimpers, you growl and her lithe hands shakily start fumbling to re-free the cock you had just **** her with. As you feel your jeans loosen up, you glare at her mom and shrug "I dont know, and its not your problem anyways, is it? Thats part of what a girl has to do after she gets ****, find her way home. Jess' soft smooth hands brush your cock as she slides your boxers down, and her mother growls in impotent rage, slamming her fists on the table again, before flinging its non-human contents across the restaurant. With one hand you shove Desereis crotch into Jess, mouth, with the other you yank back on her pony-tail, pulling her head free of her meal "You like that, dont you you stupid dyke?" as she starts grinding her pussy on her friends face, a goofy grin on hers as cum and girljuice trickle down from her lips to her chin.

Deserei moans and nods as you slide your pants the rest of the way down to the ground and step free of them. Idly, you can hear several angry patrons yelling at Jess mom, and glance over to see several now food-splattered angry diners blocking her from leaving the restaurant. A guy in his late 40's or so storms over to where the older redhead is desperately trying to escape and bellows "Mam! Your daughter being **** is no reason to have such a childish tantrum and fling food across my restaurant." he pauses as he stomps to a halt inches from her face "And don't think that's going to get you out of here without paying. I saw your husband and son storm out before!"

An evil smirk sliding across your face you shout "Dont worry, her daughter will foot the bill for the family." You slide the steak knife that had been missed by her mothers outburst off to the side and slam your cock down the redheads throat, muffling whatever her response might have been as her mother bolts for the door, shouldering past the aghast onlookers that had just recently been trying to keep her from fleeing. You use the hand pulling on Desereis hair to shove her face back into Jess' pussy, nearly shooting a load down her throat from her angry protesting muffled screams and Desereis lusty moans. "Dont worry bitch, we'll turn this into a real **** soon."

"The hell do you mean the girl will pay for their bill, she looks barely a day over eighteen and that bill is eighty bucks!" he roars at you, the gold 'manager' tag glinting as he points at you. "And what the fuck are you doing with Deserei?"

"Having my way with her, and like I said, dont worry, the brat here" you slap her cheek and look down to glare, which gets her to sucking, or at least trying to.

The manager growls again, glances at the clock and bites out "Looks more like having them fuck each other to me you sicko, but whatever, her shift ends in ten anyways. Just finish up and get out of here before the dinner rush." before he turns and wanders off.

You look down at the lesbians, grinning and mutter "Lets get this **** kicked into gear." as you slide your cock out of Jess' mouth.