“I thought I was the one who was supposed to be walking funny after that.”
Ben smiled, reaching a hand out to stroke her hair. Jess moved her hand away from him, standing up out of her seat. “If you keep doing that, I’m going to have to bend you over one of those tables.”
Jess hummed in pleasure, her face flushing again. “I’m glad I could be of service,” Ben said, pulling his pants back on. Her brown eyes looked up at him, cock buried deep in her mouth, and he gasped as he felt his cock start to pulse again, filling her mouth with more cum than he thought possible. He unzipped the back of her dress and let her perfect tits out, his mouth quickly taking its place on her nipple, sucking it as she kept grinding against his cock. “At least it’s white wine!” She handed Ben a napkin.
