Sarah paulson one shots

Lana - Day 16

In a public place

It was the third book signing of the week, adn you had been with Lana for all of them. She was great full for your support when she went on tours. After all, you hardly got any alone time together.

The last meet was at 4:30pm and everyone had left the library and it was just you, Lana and the publishers. Everyone was hungry so you decided to all get dinner together.

When you arrived at the restaurant, you hung your coat on the back of your chair and sat next to Lana, of course. Everybody ordered their drinks, you and Lana shared a bottle of red wine. Lana ordered pasta and you ordered a lasagne, with some bread to share between the both of you.

When the food arrived, everyone was occupied by getting started with their meals. You noticed that you didn't have a knife and fork, so you leaned over the table to grab some. As soon as you sat down, you felt something inside of you. "Lana, what are you doing?" You ask her. "Baby girl, am I not aloud to finger you?"

You unwrap the cloth and Lana is mercilessly pumping in and out of you. You quickly cut a piece of lasagne and put it in your mouth. You cover up the moan with a "hmm" saying the lasagne was tasty. Leaning over to Lana, you let a moan slip into her ear. "Lana, god," you moan quietly. "We haven't had any alone time, and you did say that your pussy belong to me so," she whispers adding a third finger. You were a whimpering mess at this point.

"Lana, I'm close," you moan into her ear. "I'm sure you can hold for another couple of minutes," she says, using her other hand to pick up her fork and eat her pasta. Multitasking at its finest.

She's just sitting there eating her meal whilst you're trying to hold in your orgasm. You decide to try and play it off by taking another bite of the lasagne. "Oh this is so go-od," you moan outloud. Lana gives a small smirk to herself. "I'm glad you're enjoying the meal sweetheart," Lana whispers. Oh god, her words. "Lana, I can't hold it anymore," you whine.

"Okay baby, let it go," she whispers and you immediately release. She pulls her fingers out of you and pretends she has a bit of sauce on them and licks them clean.

"Why did you do that?" You question her, finally calming down and eating your meal. "Because I can, and because I love doing it," she says eating the last piece of pasta. "You're going to be the death of me Lana Banana."