Chapter 1100 The Lost Cunty Girl:>Ep36

• Mark was appropriately dazed and bedazzled, eating rapidly, mechanically, while I kept my eyes on my plate. Every so often I looked up to smile at him as he stared at my cleavage as though he'd never seen it before (although, to be fair, it was a new bra, designed to do special things to the whole boob region, so he'd never seen the girls looking so...well presented).
• At last, his knife and fork tinkled on the plate, then his plate and mine clattered as he swiped them all together and charged into the kitchen, where he dropped them all into the sink with a clang, then came back almost at a dead run, to yank me upright and grab my bum while he crushed his lips to mine. When I finally broke for air, I smiled at him again as I deliberately ground my crotch against his.
• "What's the rush, Peter Pan, don't you want some dessert?" I simpered, watching his eyes slowly cross as I ground against him some more.