There's no way her little titties one-up my achingly wet pussy... no matter how perky they are...

"I'm pretty sure I win." Ya, he's definitely still glancing at my legs for another peek.

"Fine then." Jess is genuinely annoyed at not stealing all the attention! "These don't exactly make this easy, you know..." Holy shit, is she... ? "There. One-upped, mother fucker!"

"Jesus, Jess, get those off the table, I can't believe you took your..." And there's her bare knee poking up over the table... He must certainly be getting an eyeful, now.

"Let's take five?" I don't think that was the end of the song...

"Oh shit, he's coming right over here!" And she's not even going to put her leg down, is she? Let alone fix her shirt...

"Uh, duh, why else am I half naked?"

"For fun? And I think that's more than half..."

"Enjoying the set?" And that was plainly pointed at Jess...

"What do you think?" Why's she licking her fingers? Has she been... Jesus, Jess! "Why don't you join us for a sec?"

"Looks like a tight fit..." It is a small booth...

"Let me free up some room!" On the floor? Well at least he's sitting down...

"Ah, I figured she must've had something on when she came in." And she left her leggings on the table. Nice. "What's this... Hello!" He is completely uninterested in Jess's shirt, now in his hand. What's she...

Oh jesus, Jess! Completely naked right under the tiny booth table, bobbing her head on this guys cock, bobbing her ass at me... her wet little snatch clearly aching for attention... my attention...

What am I thinking!? Fuck!