She’d entirely forgotten that he was there at all. Xnxx tv ‘No? Nobody gives a fuck that a very pretty piece of jewellery has changed hands at the table in the corner. What could be so fucking shameful that she’d need to make this kind of decision, now? He’s been briefly upstaged. Date. In a restaurant. And then, with a sudden movement, she’s stood up, turned, and gone. Always playing these games. Every bone in her body is aching to just get up and leave, and let him sit on his own, with his smug fucking face slowly realising that his game’s backfired. A kind of brusque, charming offhanded manner that on one day left her wondering exactly how much he’d wanted her, then the next day was intense, direct, incisive and irritatingly close to the truth, when he’d asked her questions about herself. ‘I’m not telling you’, came the answer when she asked, understandably enough, what was inside. Always pushing his luck, trading her discomfort and embarrassment for the arousal that he normally judges much, so much better.
