Getting Tag-teamed By A Couple Of Naughty Grannies

They’d been chatting for days. Porn Or never with me?’
First date. What could be so fucking shameful that she’d need to make this kind of decision, now? Fuck. She bites her lip, eyes: down. She rips off the paper. Not quite arrogance. She moves quicker than him and snatches it, instinctively; a stab of resentment at the small remnant of his smile flicker-sneering over his eyes. A purpose. And yet. A clasp closes it with a single brass button. She can barely talk- someone must have seen- it’s a fucking butt plug. On the paper is a greasy vivid-reddish smear where she’s blotted her lips, and a single word, written by him: ‘spit’. He pauses to take the image in- her perfume now assaulting his brain, and distracting him further. What could be so fucking shameful that she’d need to make this kind of decision, now? On the paper is a greasy vivid-reddish smear where she’s blotted her lips, and a single word, written by him: ‘spit’. Irritation creeps over him, and he downs his wine, pays the bill, and starts idly, petulantly casting about the restaurant for interesting