Isabella, Mary, Lisa, and Carolina, seated at the end of the row, let out soft moans as my fingers flicked against their clits, sending waves of pleasure coursing through their bodies.
They gripped the edge of the table, their bodies shaking with the effort to keep their moans quiet, but soft whimpers escaped their throats as waves of pleasure washed over them.
I leaned back in my chair, a satisfied smirk playing on my lips as I watched them all struggle to maintain their composure. The atmosphere was electric, charged with a mix of excitement, anticipation, and deep, forbidden desire.
We were in a crowded food court, the hum of conversations and the clatter of dishes filling the air. The risk of being discovered only heightened the thrill.
"Ladies," I said softly, my voice filled with a mix of amusement and command, "I hope you're enjoying your dessert."
