Dine out (part 4)

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faking a frustrated sigh.
"Goodness, I'm so clumsy today."
Crouching underneath the table, he peels your soaked panties off and slid them down your legs, spreading your slick folds with his fingers. Holding back a gasp you grip the table as he suddenly pumps two fingers inside your dripping pussy. Your walls clench around his fingers, desperately holding back your moans.
His fingers release you as he stands, sitting back in his chair, fork in one hand but your panties were nowhere to be seen.
He leans over to your ear, his hot breath tickling your cheek.
"So fucking wet for me, princess. Your practically dripping. Just can't help yourself, can you?"
What he does next pushes you over the edge. Shifting in his chair he puts both fingers in his mouth and sucks them clean, meeting your eye with a daring look. You practically choke on your food. All you wanted was to rip all his clothes off, there and then.
Excusing yourself from the table, you hurry to the women's bathroom and lean

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