dont make it there?

“Speak more” She says

Her hand slips under the table as you read the poetry. She unzipps your pants and grabs your cock.

“Keeping going love, the sound of your voice when you moan”

You moan wondering if people watching you. You read and try to keep your composer.

She order some wine and try not to have the waitress notice. You bite your lips speak. You hand squeeze her arm, nice biceps. You can’t even budge them. An amazon at her best. You lay against her arms.

“Faster lover” She says “say that last line again”

You cum in her hands. She sucks her fingers seductively

“Like the check please” She says