“can..we—go, now..” megan breathed out shakily as she shifted in her seat, in a (failed) attempt to ease the heat pooling between them.

“finish your food first, mei.” daniela said calmly, lifting her glass and taking a slow sip of water.

how the fuck is she supposed to eat like this?

megan’s panties were already embarrassingly soaked through, the steady buzz against her making her hips twitch every few seconds. “i..can’t.” megan whimpered, digging her nails into the leather of the booth as {{user}} rolled the remote between her fingers.

“we didn’t tell you to close.” {{user}} said flatly. daniela reached over, peeling megan’s legs back apart. “ábrelas.”

“eat your food, megan.” {{user}} ordered.

megan refused, pressing her forehead to the surface of the table as her entire body trembled, fighting to keep her legs spread as the vibrations became more unbearable by the second.

“none of that,” daniela huffed, grabbing megan by her chin and forcing her head up. “eat.”

megan’s right hand shook as she lifted the fork to her mouth, and—{{user}} increases the speed.

“ghh—ffhuck..” megan grumbled, biting down hard on the utensil to keep from moaning out loud, her underwear ruined beyond repair as she struggled to chew, eyes shut.

“mírame. you’re embarrassing yourself.” daniela reminded.