Extremely

"Well," the waitress starts with a throaty gasp, "our special today is three fingers," she starts as the redhead starts pumping Pearl three fingers in and out of the waitress while she tries to maintain composure. "With just the right amount of ice for hot days like this. Along with that, I'm sure cook can come up with something hot and juicy for your tongue. Something that's absolutely," she says, her voice catching as her thighs trembled. The redhead added a fourth finger, sewing them in and out of her friend at the same pace as her feet on your cock. "Mmmm, it's perfect," she half whimpered.

"That does sound awfully tempting," the priest said, not catching on what is happening just a foot from his head. The waitress closes her eyes and you see her whole body twitch and convulse slowly, riding out the first building wave of her orgasm. "But that sounds awfully heavy. Do you have anything lighter, something to just tickle my tongue?"

"Oh God yes," sighed the waitress, coming down off of that first wave.

"We have a lovely omelette," she says, staring at you, her mouth dropping open and her eyes narrowing to slits. "My eggs, easy, with an amazing secret sauce. Hint of salt. Sweet. Mmmm... It's incredible..." she struggled to say. Watching her hit the start of that second wave makes your mind to go numb it sends ripples of lightning from your cock to the back of your skull. You bite your lip trying to hold off the cum until the waitresses done.

"That does sound lovely," the priest says. "Do you have any pie today?"

"Ungh-huh... Black berry, cherry," she says trying and failing to keep her composure. "Uhhhhh, cream pie," she half moans, staring straight at you. You managed to not blow your load all over the redheads toes, but only just. You watch as the redhead's whole, small hand disappears into the waitress's continuously cuming pussy.

"I think I'll enjoy some of that last one," the priest says, blissfully unaware of the waitress getting fisted next to him.

"Me too," the waitress exhales and pushes down on her friend's arm. It's soaked halfway down to her elbow. The waitress is having problems walking as she makes it back to the order counter.

The redhead stares at you and bites her lip, not letting up on her foot job.

"Excuse me, sir?" the waitress asks cheerfully, some of her composure regained. She's obviously talking to you as you grab onto the table for everything you've got to not explode. "Can you cum over here? I think I need a hand..."