After our picnic lunch, with no work to get back to, we went to see some art.
The gallery was empty. The desk gave a cold glance, then went back to her phone.
We found a little room in back with a pink velvet couch, the perfect spot for a quick snuggle and kiss.
The serious pussy play didn’t start until she crowned my head with her panties and giggled.
Looking up as we left thirty minutes later, the desk drawled, “You know that’s a live-stream installation, right? Looping viral already.”
We spoke together.
“Can we come again tomorrow? With toys?”
