Dinner Date
The air hangs thick with unspoken desires. He watches her eat, a slow smile spreading across his face. She meets his gaze, a playful challenge in her eyes. He leans closer, the scent of her perfume intoxicating. She takes a bold bite, a silent invitation to join her in this deliciously illicit moment. This is where the night begins.
The table is set with food, but he’s not interested in a polite meal. He takes control, pulling her closer. She responds with immediate desire. He slides his hands down her body, urging her to abandon all pretense. The setting becomes a canvas for raw pleasure.
The aroma of roast beef fills the air, but she’s not interested in the food. He leans in, his eyes locked on hers. She slides across the table, reaching for him. His hands find her, guiding her closer. The conversation fades as their desires take over. Tonight, the dinner table becomes their private playground.
The pink carpet feels soft beneath her. He’s reaching for you. The pizza sits forgotten on the table. His eyes lock with yours. You slide closer, a silent invitation. Let’s get down to business.
