I winked at the waiter as he poured For something to take . I wanted him "and he knew it. Every time he walked by, I brushed my fingers against his, gave him that look, showed just a little more skin.It didn't take much. I whispered, "Follow me," and slipped into the bathroom without looking back.Door closed. He came in seconds later. Silence. Heavy breathing.I pushed him against the wall. Kissed him hard. His hands explored every inch of me like he'd been craving it all night. He pulled up my dress?"didn't ask, didn't wait?"and what happened next... can't be described with words.Just skin, tongue, and pure need.The wet sound of bodies colliding, my muffled moans, his ragged breath, the smack of skin on tile... it was raw, urgent, filthy.We didn't speak. We didn't need to.When we walked out, the mirror was fogged up... and I was completely wrecked.
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