Iris watched playfully as her fiance pulled out a chair for her. She sat down calmly and observed him take the opposite chair. Then, with her lips pouted, she stood up abruptly, catching Tyler by surprise. She then approached him slowly until she towered over him, watching her man smile amusingly at her. He knew she was up to something naughty, but he liked this playful side of her which was solely reserved for him alone. "What is it, sweetheart?" Tyler quipped in anticipation, a playful smile resting on his face.
Iris slowly rested her soft bum on his lap, adjusted herself comfortably, and demanded coquettishly, "You have to feed me. If not, I won't eat anything."
Just as Iris said this, they heard the door opening and a few servers walked into the room with various dishes in their hand. Seeing them, she tensed up and was tempted to stand up at once, but Tyler held her in place by wounding his arms around her waist.
