Served piping hot at the dining table of desire... 🔥🥵💦

from Mrs. Fiestaa

The room is silent, the light soft. She sits on the dining table, the tight dress clinging to her body, her legs slightly parted. Her gaze says it all – demanding, impatient. 😮‍💨 He slowly approaches, positions himself between her thighs. His hands slide beneath the fabric, exploring her, warm, firm. She moans softly, pulling him closer. 🥵 With a sudden movement, he pushes her dress up, her breath catching in her throat. Her fingers dig into his back as his mouth traces the path of her neck. Her hips move toward him, demanding, greedy. His pants open. No questions, no hesitation – only desire. The table creaks beneath them, their movements quicken, deepen. Her fingernails leave marks, her moans fill the room. 🔥🤤 A moment of pure lust – raw, intense, uninhibited…