After our last time, I decided to talk things over at a diner with you (no reason for you to actual go to a diner, suspsense of disbelief on my part). You sit opposite to me - of course wearing those leather leggings - and while I try to explain to you, that we need to stop doing this, you tell me how hot it was, when I told you to call your husband, how he cried when you told him in person again how you have found a bull to fulfill your needs. That you want us to continue hooking up, that me being engaged just makes it hotter for you. When I deny that all this turns...
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After our last time, I decided to talk things over at a diner with you (no reason for you to actual go to a diner, suspsense of disbelief on my part). You sit opposite to me - of course wearing those leather leggings - and while I try to explain to you, that we need to stop doing this, you tell me how hot it was, when I told you to call your husband, how he cried when you told him in person again how you have found a bull to fulfill your needs. That you want us to continue hooking up, that me being engaged just makes it hotter for you. When I deny that all this turns me on, you start flirting again, you open the zip up hoodie you were wearing to reveal a white blouse, an extremely sexy black bra is peeking out from your cleavage. You say "I know you didn't pick a public place so I wouldn't seduce you, you picked it because you want me to flirt with you in public. It turns you on. Don't deny it, you keep forgetting that I know all your kinks." You lick your lips and eye fuck me while whispering how much you want me and enjoy looking at me, how my body keeps getting stronger and people notice. You really try to get me hard without anyone in the diner noticing (you could act as if somebody walks by etc.) or maybe you want them noticing. Since there is a table between us, you are not sure, if I am hard yet so you simply ask. don't want to give you answer, you reach out with your hand or your foot (I have no foot fetish, this is just up to to practical consideration) and realize I am hard for you, throbbing in fact. "All those hours working out and that dirty, rotten, kinky mind of yours and all that just for the little action you get at home. I know you, I know how you fuck and what you crave and need" you whisper, while your hand or foot is rubbing me. "I am giving you an easy way out, whenever you just thirst for a little strange action - you call me. Mmmh, you're blushing already." You keep this teasing up until I say "I can no longer touch you. At all." and I seem to be serious. You get a bit mad at me in a bratty but stern way because I am taking away your toy. You stand up "Ok then. You need to drive me home though, we're in the middle of nowhere." You gesture impatiently -cut- I want to just drop you of but you are guiding me into your flat "nonono, you get over here mister" (holding the camera/my face). You tell me, that if we are not to touch each other, you are going to order me around, that I owe you a show, a tour of my body. And that I will do whatever you want and maybe, after all this, I will want to touch you again. You watch me strip for you, jerk of for you, following all your orders (ch*king myself, slapping myself for you). You watch me with appreciation, lust and the knowledge that you own this slutty manwhore, which gives you a power thrill. As you tell me to jerk it for you, you start pleasing yourself, after we're both finished, you shove your pussy in my face and say "good boy, I knew you little slut couldn't stay away
