Mime

"Will you join me, mystery lady?" asked Jeremy.

Abigail vigorously nodded. She took her beer, and she and Jeremy found a small two-top table. "So is this mutism a real thing, or did you take a vow of silence?"

Abigail shrugged. She kicked her shoe off and ran a toe up Jeremy's leg under the table.

"Ohh, I think I know what that means." Wanna make out?"

Abigail slid closer, and soon, she and Jeremy were passionately french kissing. She took of one of Jeremy's hands and placed up under her shirt.

After a couple of minutes of this, Jeremy pulled back. "I live close by. Wanna come back to my place?"

Again Abigail nodded vigorously. She chugged her beer, and they left.

Jeremy lived in walking distance, and Abigail held his hand as they walked. She had never been this horny in her life, and she could not think straight. All she knew is that she craved Jeremy's cock and she could not speak.

Once inside Jeremy's place, Abigail threw her arms around his neck, and they kissed again. She ran her right hand down his neck to his chest to his stomach and down his pants. His raging cock was poking up over the waistband of his jeans. She could feel how huge it was, and her pussy was very wet.

"Let's fuck. How do you want it: one finger for pussy, two for mouth, three for ass, four for tits."