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“There’s nothing to explain. You broke the fucking rules.”
She begged. She pleaded. She implored me to listen to her.
I listened.
They met at the restaurant when he was a bit late. He was every bit as handsome in person as in his picks, Lo was relieved to discover. He was nice, pleasant, charming, disarming. Lo wanted him. Lo’s curiosity was piqued. She had seen his cock in pictures. She wanted to see it in person. They talked, but all Lo could think of was his fucking him. She betrayed her thoughts with her tongue doing its seductive scan of her lips. He noticed and remarked about it.
As they spoke, she raised her leg to rub it against his under the table. His hand dropped down below the tabletop and caressed her behind her calf. “Ooooh, that’s nice,” she said. “Oh yes.”
“So,” he asked as he continued to rub her leg, “do you think you’ll like to get more of that?”
“Oh yeah,” she almost moaned.
He rubbed up to her knee and her lower thigh.
She was dripping through to her seat in the restaurant. They ate the steak they were sharing and had a few drinks. They decided to skip dessert in order to indulge upon each other’s sweets.
After settling up, he said, “Do you want to see Carmella?”