Lola did not doubt that they were at their darkest days, but what mattered was the way they handled those days. Moments like this, rare and promise-filled, is the kind of memory worth keeping. A naughty smile brightened her face as she chewed on the lobster roll.
It took her great energy to concentrate on eating until there were just scanty grains left. Her body reacted to every stroke he made on his cock. She sat up with her legs crossed as she watched him stroke himself for a few seconds, then beckoned her to come to him.
"Didn't you want to entertain me?" She said as she stood up and walked around him.
"Your eyes were devouring me, so I thought that you could make do with the favor." He caught her arm and pulled her into an embrace.
"Don't pride yourself, you need me." She threw her arms around his neck and went on tiptoes so their noses touched. "If I am wrong, then take your hands off my body." She challenged, staring deeply into his eyes.
