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With my wife and me it has become so natural that we go out to eat chic once a month. Today it was time again. I was already sitting in the suit, fixed and done in Living room and waited for my wife. After ten minutes I carefully asked if she was done soon, because my stomach was slowly needing something to eat.

I got the answer … After another five minutes I finally heard the clacking of their pumps on the tiles and then they stood in front of me. Oh you thought … horny woman.

She had strictly tied her long hair into a braid and her lavish breasts were from a black man bra, who shimmered through under her white blouse, kept in the bridle. She wore black nylons under the black elegant long trousers and her feet were in high pumps. At this sight my little one shrugged, but … we wanted to go out to eat.

We drove to a romantic restaurant a little outside the city. When we arrived there and entered the location, a waiter came up directly and led us to a free table. We sat down on them and initially inspected the room and found that the restaurant was very well attended. The waiter also came quickly with the menus and asked about our drinks.

We ordered a bottle of red wine that was also delivered very quickly. As I searched the menu, I suddenly felt her shoe between my legs, I flinched and looked at it a little frightened. She returned his gaze in which her tongue drove over her red lips. She said my darling and drilled her pointed heel something into mine Egg.

I looked around and hopefully thought nobody noticed here. But all other guests were so deepened in conversations and also a long tablecloth was excited about the table, which reached the ground. Ok I thought, then I’ll relax. I reached under the table with one hand and encompassed her delicate ankle so that I was faster between mine Legs could press.

I looked over at her, but she didn’t look at a special one at all as if there was nothing, the menu. I noticed how mine tail Slowly stiff and of course my pants were closer. I thought briefly, looked around and came to the decision … open my pants. I let go of her foot, opened my belt and zipper and got my stiff member out.

Now she looked up briefly and grinned at me horny. She strips her shoe off your foot and started driving with her foot sole to drive over my creating. Before and back … Oh how cool, the first pre-cum drops dripped from my glans. But I was torn from my lust when the waiter appeared at our table to take the order.

My wife ordered first so that I had a few more seconds to choose, then I was on it and while I spoke to the waiter she massaged my eggs with her toes. That speak a lot to me in the face of massage hard, but I somehow got it on the line and the waiter stepped away from the table. Phew I thought and her foot took up the work on my stiff. I said to her “Treasure, but for a long time I can’t stand it, better you are now stopping” she just grinned at me and said “Well then sprays, nobody sees anyway”.

I slipped a little deeper into my chair so that she was even better with her horny feet my cock jerk off could. I slowly noticed how the juice climbing. “Ohhhhhhh I’ll come right away” I groaned her. Again she grinned and breathed to me “but don’t be so loud”.

Her toes drilled deep into my eggs and then I couldn’t hold it anymore. I pumped mine sperm Uninhibited and spray it over all under the table, of course also on your hot feet and black pants. “Ahhhh Jaaaa, horny” I heard you say. As soon as I was somewhat again with senses, the food came.

The waiter noticed that I was still panting a bit and asked me if everything was okay. “Yes, thank you, everything was fine,” I replied. I packed my limp cock back in and smiled at her to say “My darling you are such a horny sow, it was wonderful and wait, go on at home” … Continued follows

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