One of the guys jumped up on the table instead, spreading himself so he lay facedown, head closest to me. Bracing himself on his forearms, he gyrated his hips against the laminate, simulating sex while Marnie moaned and carried on behind him. Their laughter echoed in my ears, and all I could do was stand there in shock. The boy stared at me as he air-humped the table, his eyes half-lidded in what was probably supposed to be a sex face. “That how you like it, baby?” he purred.
