My fingers pressed into the leather cushion under me, and he took a chance by pumping his fingers while moving his shoulders. The tiniest gasp I uttered in response to the body-shaking climax that tore through me was utterly out of proportion to my head falling back into the booth.
I moaned, "Oh God," as he continued, his lengthy fingers digging even farther. I turned to muffle my sobs by pressing my face into his suit's shoulder.
He drew his fingers back after slowing down and becoming still enough to kiss my temple. He pulled his hand out from beneath the table and briefly touched his fingers to his lips before wiping them with his napkin.
He then licked his lips while looking at me. "Your pussy tastes even better than your tongue, which tastes like candy." Deeply kissing me, he leaned forward. Next time, I want to stick my cock inside of you.
Please, yes.
