Jake slips a finger gently inside Monica’s pussy. She gasps quietly “Fuckkkkk,” so sexily that his cock instantly stands up in his slacks. Her green eyes flutter open and look at him. Her cunt tells her all she wants is more, more of his fingers, more of everything. “You like, kitten?” Jake whispers in her ear. Monica nods her head slowly, opening her legs wider, when suddenly she sees the waiter out of the corner of her eye. She feels a surge of excitement as he approaches.
Monica closes her eyes again and whispers, “You order.”
