I undo my shirt and rip off my belt buckle. I push up the back of that red dress and glance at her body with true and utter adoration.
She’s thick. Curvy in all the right places.
She’s mine. All fucking mine.
“Jesus Christ, lord and savior,” I whisper. “You are perfect, aren’t you?”
She blushes and nods. “That’s what they keep telling me,” she says.
I lift her dress.
The center of her lingerie is crotchless. I rip off my pants and bend down, ass in front of my face. Wetness runs down the inside of her thighs.
I slip two fingers inside her and stare into her eyes. Goose bumps form across her ass and thighs, and her face turns a bright shade of red.
I insert a third finger.
“You’re wet,” I grunt.
“You’re bad,” she moans, breath hot. “I should stay away from you.”
I kiss her thighs. “You have no idea,” I say.
I can’t believe this shit is even happening in my restaurant. If I were to get caught, there would be hell to pay. The food critics would go wild.
“Well, you better fuck half as hard as you talk,” she says. “Otherwise, these negotiations are over.”
I brush against her pussy, tongue licking around her lips, sucking the outside of her core. I want to work her up. I want to tease her until she’s about to burst. Then I want to fuck her as hard as I can.
She does not understand who she is messing with.
I suppose I don’t either.
When my tongue meets her clit, her hands widen across the stall’s wall. Her breath quickens, and she moans, loud.
Too loud.
I put a finger to her lips. “Quiet,” I say.
“Make me,” she replies, cocking her head to kiss my head. “Get me to shut up.”
I place my hand over her mouth, smearing her lipstick across her cheek. She’s quiet now, but I can feel her tongue and teeth across my palm.
Her moans are muffled and soft, but as I eat her, I’m forced to let go. My hands fall back to her ass, spreading her cheeks open, forcing her open to eat.
“Fuck,” she moans. “I didn’t think you’d be this good at eating pussy for desert.”
I roll my tongue inside her lips, working my way up to her clit. A few minutes of sucking and licking, and her whole body is flat against the wall, shaking.
“Stop,” she moans. “I’m going to come.”
“Good,” I reply.
I don’t stop.
Within seconds, she’s scrambling and trying to get a grip. She settles for holding onto the top of the stall, lowering her ass onto my face.
“Fuck,” she grunts. “You feel so good.”