I know this is a long shot, but all I could think about today was your long shot all over my face. Tell me the color of the scarf I was wearing if you see this and want to meet up

I felt awkward and aroused biting into my toast. I felt violated by your stare. It was probably the longest, most uncomfortable eye fucking I have ever received. I swear I felt my heartbeat in my clit as I was chewing.

While you and your wife were logged into the small screens in front of you, I tried to feign attention to my friends around the table. Secretly, I was objectifying your thick, hairy forearms and wide fingers.

I imagined the glint of your ring; slick and shining as your fingers back out of my pink garage.

I craved the texture and girth of your ring as you reach for my cervix and repeatedly slam your knuckles against my pussy, making me squirm and squeal on fingers meant for her.

I shifted in my seat, spreading jam on another slice, thinking of your warm, hairy hangers bouncing against my cheeks while you stroke in front of my nose. I wanted to massage my throat with your smooth, firm cock. I wanted your huge thighs holding my face in place while you pound at my lips, stealing pleasure from my slutty mouth. When I can't take it anymore and need to take a breath, I stop you to say something ridiculous.

"I got you a rose." I turn and present my twisted bud, ready for you to pluck. To which you grab handfuls of my hips and baste me while you groan and twitch and curse me under your breath.