“Your champagne.” He said setting it down on to the table. Maya slowly edged herself closer to him, shuffling slightly up the sofa each time she reached for her glass, which she was drinking from pretty quickly. “Oh yes, of course!” Maya exclaimed sarcastically. Neither I nor Maya could take our eyes off of him. Maya stroked his manhood up and down as their tongues wrestled, his free hand came across and slipped into her dress to get a handful of her cleavage. It was then that another figure came into view, a man had just made his way up the stairs and into the lounge. “You like watching me finger fuck myself?” I suddenly asked. I felt the sudden urge to get a closer look at our waiter friend, to feel his arms and run a finger over his abs.
