Seductive glances. Playing footsies under the table. Seeing you suck the orange, phallus-like vegetable suggestively into your mouth is driving me crazy with lust.
A sweep of arms thrusts the dishes aside, some crashing to the floor. Easing you onto the partly cleared table, I move your clothes aside to expose your smooth sex to me.
My tongue searches for the sweet nectar of dessert. You respond with moans, almost growls of want, to reach that peak. A finger finds your delicate spot to release you from your craving. Holding my head in place, your panting relaxes as you regain your composure.
