She tells you to keep going

"Don't stop," Ariana whispers in your ear, her body starting to lose the battle with her mind and this time when you started groping her, she turned into it instead and kissed you as you felt up her tits and her pussy.

"God I want you," you whisper in her ear as you deftly pull her panties off right there in the booth and start tracing a line up and down her tight pussy, Ariana shuddering from head to toe in response.

"Not here John," she tells you, wanting to stop your hand (and potentially other things) from making it's **** on her now bare pussy, but allowing you to go to your knees and start licking at her cunt from underneath the table.

"OHGOD...lick me..." she moaned, her legs squeezing around your head as you began to orally pleasure her, Ariana's head flying back in a way that made it obvious to anyone who was near her that she was being sexually stimulated, even if they couldn't see you.

OH...OH...OHGOD...OHGOD...cumming John" she shrieked, pounding her fists into the table as she came for you, her cunt cream shooting out over your face as you began to lap away at it and drank it down, coming up from the floor licking your lips.

"Let's go home," she whispered, still breathing heavily as she clung to your arm, her legs still wobbly from her orgasm as you leave the party together, anticipating more fun with her once you got her home.