Finger me under the table

You always take me to the finest restaurants, dressed in the most beautiful dresses you pick out just for me. I promised you no panties tonight since its your special night. A perfect lady like me without any panties? I wonder what you’re up to?

You start off with the best champagne, and then I know immediately what you’re up to. You whisper across the candlelit table that your cock is throbbng for a taste of my sweet pussy juices. I feel your hand on my knee as you spread my legs under the table. There is no tablecloth, and even in the dim light, none of the other men have taken their eyes off my legs since we walked in. I see the all glancing over, I know they are all hard as rocks knowing what you are about to do.
You run your fingers up my thighs, tickling and teasing as I begin to blush. My kitty is so wet for penetration, and just then you slide your fingers in. Everyone is watching and you rub my clit with your thumb.

I try to stay still but I start writhing in my seat while you simply smile deviously and keep fingering my juicy hole. Get your fingers wet baby, and then pull them out. Taste that sugar you’re going to devour later tonight.

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