Try to hold out...

"Imagine sliding your cock into..." Came another message fragment. Holy fuck....Jane felt like she was trying to suck your brains out through your cock and you were suddenly very aware that you were in the middle of a restaurant, but honestly, that just made it better. For the last eternity your whole world has been Jane's mouth, Sam, the Redheaded Fuck Slut, Jane's throat, your boiling balls, and your bouncing rod.

"Stroke that dick, suck his cock..."

Holy fuck.

"Do it, slut. I order you to."

Good fucking god.

"You're already doing it. Aren't..."

MMmm....fuck.... You almost started pounding on the table to keep from cumming, your toes were clenching and Jane started moaning while she felt your cum practically begging to explode free. You're trying so hard to not draw attention to yourself.

"Hey fucker, are you reading this..."

She had to be talking to you.

"You'd better do her after she..."

God. You've been teasing your brain with the thought of sucking Jane's dick. It's the same size as yours, shaved clean and fresh as her...her everything. You've seen her; there's not an extra hair on her body south of her head. Could you suck her dick just like she's.....mmmm....fuck.....

She groaned a giggle of triumph under the table and you poured cum into her mouth. She sucked harder, like she was trying to get the last of a malt out of a very deep glass through a very small straw. Except your straw isn't small.

Neither is Jane's.

"Do it, pussy. Suck her dick."

Jane came back up to her side of the table, licking her lips while you were still seeing stars, still coming down from pouring your jizz down Jane's throat in the middle of dinner. You're surprised there aren't cops there or anything...you must have been mostly quiet...

"Mmmm, thanks, John," she purred. Then she saw the phone on your side of the table and you both saw the message fragment come on the screen.