Wilder Easton

  • Wilder Easton
    Published 2 years ago
    My Favorite Kind of Drink

    My Favorite Kind of Drink

    At a bar having drinks, we sit down at a table. The bar is dark and music is playing, people are talking to each other, and we order another round to our table. This table is perfect for me to begin teasing you, so I start to lightly run my fingers up and down the inside of your thighs. You look at me and as you look into my eyes I know you can tell what's about to happen. As I slide my hand up and down your thigh I get closer to your pussy, lightly brushing the outside of my hand against you. I feel you getting warmer and your body begins to move in anticipation. You whisper in my ear that you want me to touch you, you grab my wrist and slide my hand up to touch your wet pussy. I grab the back of your neck and pull you close to kiss you. As we kiss I tease you with the tip of my finger, just feeling you so wet and touching you but not fully putting my finger inside you. You try to get me to go deeper but I wont. I continue to tease you as I drink my drink and watch the people walk by our table. I breath in your ear and down your neck wanting to bite you but instead I lick and kiss your neck and shoulder. I watch you as your body moves for me to touch it. I lean over and tell you to finish your drink and then I'll go inside you.