" We are going there.."
From there, the young woman's sweet torture began... She managed as best she could to cross the room to their table despite the desire that was coming to life within her and her urgent need to moan again and again. .
Her real ordeal was beginning... She was sitting so the effect of the vibrator was greater... More intense.
And from then on, she kept moving, turning over and over. But it wasn't enough. She barely touched her plate. In any case, her hand was trembling... She sighed, breathed deeply and, best of all, Ivan hadn't taken his eyes off her. He monitored her movements, her actions...
With his gaze, he warned her not to squeal, not to grimace and even less to moan...
The minutes passed at the speed of hours, in no time, her femininity became sensitive...
