It’s far too sweet and very cold, which is exactly what I need at the moment. I’m not worried about being overlooked. Our eyes meet in the mirror in front of me, and then he comes even closer to me. Antonio obviously doesn’t know what to look at either. The obvious problem with such a scenario was the police that some idiot would get sooner or later. I bet he wouldn’t kick us out if I sat you down on the bar and ate your sweet little cunt in front of all the customers,” he whispers, and my body wants to explode with heat. He lightly dips the tip of his finger into my hot center, and I feel the need to slide off the chair so he can go deeper. I know what’s coming because we’ve done it a few times before. Antonio can think I live in the city or on the moon.
