He came over for dinner. He didn't know he was the main course tonight. 😈
My partner is in the bathroom; I’m sitting across from his best friend at the dinner table—wearing a tight black dress and heels, with green lace lingerie underneath. I catch him staring down my cleavage.
I pull my dress down a little so he can get a good look at my full tits in that green bustier. His gaze stays locked on them. I smile.
Then I lean forward, look him straight in the eye, and whisper: "Look under the table."🥵
I spread my legs, slip off my panties, and present my wet pussy right in front of his face. I slowly rub myself while he watches, his gaze fixed beneath the table. "Look back up," I say. He obeys instantly. I hold my panties—still damp from me—up in front of my face. I smell them, slowly run my tongue over them, take them fully into my mouth, and suck on them. Then we hear *him* coming back, and I pull my dress down. "You're finally here—we want to eat." As if nothing had happened.💋
