Seductive glances. Playing footsies under the table. Seeing you suck the orange, phallus-like vegetable suggestively into your mouth is driving me crazy with lust.

A sweep of arms thrusts the dishes aside, some crashing to the floor. Easing you onto the partly cleared table, I move your clothes aside to expose your smooth sex.

My tongue searches for the sweet nectar of dessert. You respond with moans, almost growls of want, to reach that peak. A finger finds your delicate spot to release you from your craving. Holding my head in place, your panting relaxes as you regain your composure.