We'll find ourselves at a dimly lit bar on a late Sunday afternoon. There will be a bartender who leaves us alone in a corner booth, and no-one else. We'll share dirty stories and talk a bit, enjoy a glass of wine or two. We'll kiss, and you might give my hair a little sharp tug to remind me who's in charge of things.
You'll be playing with my nipples discreetly through my top, and I'll be rubbing your hardening cock through your jeans. You might unzip and let the head poke out so I can give it a little lick when the bartender isnβt looking.
I've brought that glass toy like you told me to. You'll instruct me to go to the washroom and slide it into my pussy. And you want a pic before I come back to the table. I do as you ask, and I'm already wet from your teasing.
I come back from the washroom, and I can tell how I've pleased you by completing this task. You rub my pussy through my jeans, feeling the base of the glass toy where it's nestled.