That Food And That Dress

Karlee sits at the table in that burgundy dress, feeding Logan pieces of sushi with chopsticks, her nipples hard against the fabric. Logan stares because he's seen plenty but those two points press right at him like an invitation. She notices. Smirks. He's glad she picked that dress. She's glad he picked tonight to bend her over the edge of the chair. Logan spreads her cheeks at the dinner table and buries his tongue in her ass like he's starving for it, all still half-covered in dishware. He spits, licks, tongue-fucks until she drips. She braces one hand on the tabletop and he stands up with a hard smack to her cheek, lines up, slams his cock straight into her pussy under the lights that still shine on half-finished plates. The curry sits untouched. His balls slap her clit with every thrust. She's puddled on the hardwood while the empty bowls tap and rattle. He grinds, deep, holds her hips and shoves until his shaft disappears every time.