You lean over me and I feel your hot rapid breath on my neck, and your hands now grasping my swaying tits, rock hard nipples digging into your palms as your fingers squeeze into the soft flesh. Your free hand returns to my left breast, grasping eagerly as before, squeezing it up with each grunting thrust into me. I writhe and squirm against you, wanting to feel every inch of your manhood as it gives me what I so desperately need, forcing my breath out in gasps and squeals of delight with every deep powerful penetration. Our eyes lock together and spark with mutual lust. Without a word you smarten yourself and leave, returning to your meal. Your cock fills me with each hard fast stroke, stretching me open and forcing itself into my tight wet tunnel, the sensitive inner walls sending waves of intense pleasure throughout my body. Very deliberately, I slip the fork off the edge of the table and let it fall with a clank to the floor. Whether you are imagining how it
