Cake

Her nipples taste soft and sweet as they stood at attention before my very touch. Her shirt lay freely over here bare body. I caress my hand from her side to her belly button then up to her breasts squeezing them gently as her head knelt backwards exposing her long, shiny dirty blonde hair waving in the wind. My right hand on the small of her back, I raise her towards me and kiss her neck. She moans, her breath thickens, I slowly polish her smooth thighs with my left hand and she begins to tremble as I get close to her warm, throbbing, pink flesh that births attention and direction to needs only I can meet.
Soft, sweet, sensual, I taste her flesh as she grabs my hair pulling me to and fro.
She pulls off my shirt, my rings twinkle as her eyes smile, she grabs at me and we continue.
We’re at a restaurant. Sitting at a table, eating. Where does all this sexual activity begin? Ah, I remember. The lust floating in the air between us grew drastically and I, confident in my passionate desires went in for the kill. I did not care of my surroundings. I had one mission and one mission only to achieve and conquer.