Avery
Just as the salad course arrived, Clint excused himself from the table. After he was a few steps away, he pulled out his phone and looked over his shoulder. With a smirk, he tapped it. Soon I began to feel waves of vibration course through me. I found myself biting my lip as I struggled not to squirm because I wanted to be his good girl. After a few moments, the sensation eased. It became a slow pulsing rhythm making me press down so that I could feel it more. When I did, the pulse intensified and I let out a light moan. I looked around, but Clint was nowhere to be seen.
He didn't see me squirm or hear my moan, at least I hoped not. I am still his good girl, but it is getting so hard to be. Underneath the tablecloth, I clench and unclench my legs. My desire is mounting as my juice
