He lets his fingers do the work.

Carlotta obediently folded the napkin and put it in her mouth as she looked at Hunter with wanton, submissive eyes. He smiled as he pulled her panties to one side and pressed his fingers into her sodden cunt. She was so wet her nectar seemed to flow over his fingers as if a tap had been turned on inside her.

She stiffened and moaned around the napkin, biting it hard as he fingered her. He pushed two fingers into her, then three, rotating his thumb against her engorged clit as she squirmed and whined. She grasped his free hand with hers, squeezing it tight as she quivered against his pleasuring fingers, her eyes wide and full of need and adoration.

She rocked her hips, fucking against his fingers, whining into the napkin. He could feel her heat rising, her juices running, her clit thickening. He plunged his finger deep in her greedy cunt, finding all her secret spots as she started to come, bowing her head as she tried to say silent, her hand squeezing his with surprising strength as her orgasm took her.

"There's a good girl," he murmured soothingly as she raised herself off the seat, arching her back and trembling with spasms, the hot wet scent of her filling his nostrils.