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CJ
What. The. f**k? I blinked rapidly as he lowered the blanket from my bare shoulders and turned me on his lap to face the table. My lower half was still covered, the soft fabric pooled at my hips, but he had pulled my legs open over his so that, although I was covered, my p***y was spread wide. Wet. Ready for him. But my top? Bare.
It was erotic. Naughty. I loved it.
For a moment, I froze, uncertain just how far he was going to take this. But his hands rested on my hips, unmoving, and I managed to get my act together despite the five-hundred-degree temperature coming off his body that was making me overheat. I pulled the plate with the filet close and began to do as he asked. Knife. Fork. Cut.
It seemed really strange to do so with my bare breasts exposed. My n*****s hardened, eit
