“You like that kind of stuff?” I asked tentatively, trying to keep my voice low. My hands were pressed firmly on my lap, and I could feel my panties’ dampness against my thighs. “I do,” he said, and pulled out his phone. “You even gave me some new ideas.” He was scrolling...shit! He was looking at my account, right there, in the middle of the bar. I saw a flash of skin on the screen - my skin.
Holy shit holy shit holy shit! I would melt into a puddle of horny goo
