I finished drinking my last sip of wine, and a whiff of kiwi and mint vapors just brushed my face. My boyfriend sat in front of me, eyes fixed on me and his lips fixed on the hookah. He ran his feet up my leg, not giving a fuck about the crowded bar around us.
Ocassionally, his eyes went down my neck, and the not-so-subtle hints of what he wanted to do to me, was driving me crazy. And me wearing a skirt with nothing underneath, was driving him crazy.
We paid our bills, and sucking him off was on
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