You asked, and that’s what I would really like now please Kim.”
She took one of those deep, chest expanding breaths, but this time rubbed her hands up from her lap, over her hips and on to smooth up the side of her tits before cupping them and squeezing them right before my eyes. The bar was small, dark and intimate: normal for this type of establishment; we asked for a private room, the waitress arrived with a tray of beers and glasses and ice within minutes of me requesting them, turned on the machine to play non-stop romantic karaoke songs, then left with a smile and a reminder she would only come back if we pressed the call buzzer. With the table so narrow, and Kim perched virtually on the edge of her chair it was not terribly difficult to plant my big toe square into her cunt, my other toes above and able to squirm on her clit.
