She sat there at the restaurant with a smirk on her face, daring to cross her legs as her crotch throbbed and ached from the recent erogenous romping. She twisted ever so slowly in her seat, ass raised just a smidgen in the air as she gangster leaned to the side, falling into the private, hedonistic memories. Her mouth opened to release the lyrics of a song that paired with her mood so well, but all she could muster was a sigh as the kitty between her thighs whimpered and pulsed with a pleasing, dull pain. Nick had fucked her to infinity and beyond just two hours prior to her arrival at the café, but it was no damn toy story. She was a human being for goodness’ sake, not some wind-up machine… Hell, it had been her own damn fault, too. She was part of the sensual nonsense, a secret society with only two members. They’d made a pact, an agreement that consisted of plentiful meetings at their home during rushed lunch hours. By all accounts, her Love was pushin’ papers by day and pushing her pussy to the brink by night.
