My honey took me out for a nice dinner, and when the waitress asked about dessert, he said no! I gave him my sad kitten eyes, and he smirked. “Don’t worry babygirl, I’m going to eat you for dessert.” He whispered as he slipped under the table right there in that busy restaurant. The white tablecloth fell to the floor, and he slid across and spread my thighs.
I hadn’t worn panties to dinner; I never do! His tongue plunged deep into my folds and I did my best to not moan. Before long I was gripping the seat and trying not to look at anyone in the dark room. The waiter came by to ask if I was alright, and I had to feign eating something too spicy! In truth, the way my cunt was getting eaten under a table it was a shock I wasn’t squirting and filling the whole room with my juice.
When I did cum, it was loud. I couldn’t help it. I knew damn well everyone caught the drift that I was over there being a major pleasure slut, but I was too needy to give a fuck. I just needed to cum, and he surely made that happen.
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