That Food And That Dress

Karlee’s nipples press against the thin burgundy fabric as she lifts another bite to Logan’s lips. He sees them. Hard. Obvious. The dress clings like it wants to be peeled away. He doesn’t finish the mouthful. Instead he drops to his knees, pulls the chair back, and spreads her open right there at the table. His tongue finds her asshole first—wet, greedy, insistent. She gasps, chopsticks still in her hand, and lets her head tip back. When he finally stands, his cock is already out. He slides it straight between her legs and fucks her while the food cools, every thrust nudging the table. Her tits bounce inside the dress, nipples scraping the silk, until the meal they’re really having leaves them both shaking.