![]() “Open the champagne and leave us,” I direct the waiter, who does as I ask without hesitation, leaving the open bottle in a silver bucket beside the table before leaving again. ![]() I hear a set of footsteps approaching the room and throw a cloth napkin over her lap. Yeah, she can make whatever complaints she wants out loud, but I know she doesn’t mind this filthy mouth of mine. “God, you’re so blunt,” she admonishes me, but she’s breathing heavily, her perky tits heaving up and down, close enough that I could suck them through the material of her dress. “Christ, the thought of sinking my meat into this…” I use my forearm to push her dress higher, up around her waist. For my sanity.” I push her thighs apart and knuckle the crotch of her mint green panties, finding them damp. She laughs at my dumb joke and pleasure expands my chest. ![]()
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