Horny sweetheart getting banged by couch
He smiled up at me again, and I knew he wanted to nuzzle my breast, to feel my warmth, to taste my nipples.
The waitress came over and we ordered dinner as he put his hand on my thigh, pulling my dress up inch by inch under the table.
"No one can see us back here," he assured me after the waitress left. "Just a little touch ..." he continued to slide my dress up and gently parted my legs. Looking around, he slid his left hand between my legs and gasped at how wet I was. He tickled my lips, running his finger gently back and forth. I strained against his touch, wanting to push against his fingers, to take them inside of me, but his gentle touch was so reassuring, so intoxicating. I took a sip of my water, then leaned over to kiss him.
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