Taboo Table Manners

​Sitting on the high stool, dinner not yet finished, he had already made his move.

The moment the thermal pants were pulled down, the coolness of the backless panties made me shrink back instantly.

​He said nothing, his eyes full of mischief, the string of heart-shaped anal beads in his hand just barged in so domineeringly.

「Mmm...」

The unprepared tightness was completely stretched open, that distorted moan, along with the uncontrolled fluids, together soiled his dining table.