"Coffee," Phei answered smoothly. "It went down incorrectly."
Adriana brought the recovered fork to her plate, she cleaned it and resumed eating with a different spoon insufferable calm.
Under the table her feet never stopped; she picked up the pace, soft soles sliding faster along the full, throbbing length of him — up and down, up and down — her toes curled tightly around the thick head on every upward stroke, squeezing and releasing in a rhythm that made his cock pulse hard against her.
She teased the sensitive underside with the tips of her toes, then pressed the cool arch of her foot firmly against his balls, rolling them gently while her other foot continued stroking the shaft.
The dual sensation was pure torture:
