I can't. I can't do this. I can't believe he is doing this. Oh my god. "Look at you princess. Wetting my fingers while we are sitting wich other people at the table." He says, getting more aroused by his words. "If you don't tell me, I'll take my hand away and you'll just go back to your hotel room aching and needy." He leans closer and I feel his lips next to my ear. His finger is still moving inside me making me feel weak and sensitive. I'm close. I know it and he knows it too because of the way his finger presses against my clit. I move my hips slightly and let out a soft moan that I try to cover with a cough. "Tell me why you hate me. Tell me why you hate me while you ride my fingers, desperate to get off like my good girl, princess." I turn my head to him, my face close to his but I try not to lean too close to him. "Because you belong to someone else. I'm not allowed to touch you, kiss you, or anything. Me and you can never happen again and I hate that." I whisper and close my eyes. "Please." "We'll see about that." He says before he applies more pressure to my clit and forces two fingers in going at a rapid pace. I come all over his hand and purposely drop something on the floor... _________________________________
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