“No, I’m alright. As she sat down, she whispered, “I don’t know how long I can…I can last, sir.”
“You may cum whenever you want, darling.” I replied, probably a little too loudly. Jessica licked her lips, saying “Sir, I’m getting close to my orgasm.”
I let her play with herself a little longer, admiring this teen slut, sitting in my car in a stained dress with my cum on her face and breasts. “How are you doing, sir?” she asked. “Now, as your final task. No napkin. “I…uh…will have the…the fish.”
She was having trouble ordering. “Yes.” I said, opening the mint and putting it into my mouth. Jessica reached for her napkin, wanting to clean her face and her hands. Finally, I saw Jessica open the bathroom door and slowly make her way back to the table.
