The grand chandelier above the dining room of the fancy restaurant cast a soft, golden glow over the crisp white tablecloths and polished silverware. He sat across from her, his plate laden with steaming seared foie gras and delicate truffle ravioli, the aromas rich and inviting. But the food barely registered. His gaze locked on her—those deep emerald eyes sparkling with mischief, her full lips curved in a teasing smile, and her wavy auburn hair cascading over her shoulders like a silken waterfall. Every glance, every subtle shift of her body in that form-fitting red dress, ignited a fire in his gut. He craved her more than the gourmet feast before him, his cock already twitching in his slacks at the thought of tasting her.
She sipped her wine, her tongue darting out to lick a drop from her lower lip, and he nearly groaned aloud. He wanted to suck those lips dry, to devour her right there amid the murmur of elegant conversation and clinking glasses. 'You look incredible tonight,' he said, his voice low and rough, eyes tracing the swell of her breasts rising with each breath.
She leaned forward, her foot brushing his calf under the table. 'Flattery will get you everywhere,' she whispered, her eyes darkening with the same hunger.
He couldn't wait any longer. Excusing themselves with a murmured word to the waiter, he took her hand and led her through the dimly lit hallway to the opulent washroom, its marble counters gleaming under soft lights. The door clicked shut behind them, and he spun her against it, crashing his mouth onto hers in a deep, demanding kiss. His tongue plunged past her lips, tangling with hers, sucking hard as if to draw the very essence from her. She moaned into his mouth, her hands clutching his shirt, nails digging in as she kissed back fiercely, her body arching to press against his hardening length.
Breaking the kiss just enough to gasp for air, he reached into his pocket and pulled out the string of smooth, silicone balls—three graduated spheres connected by a thin cord, slick with the lube he'd applied earlier. 'Trust me,' he growled, hiking up her dress to expose her lace thong. She nodded, breathless, spreading her legs slightly as he tugged the fabric aside.
He teased the smallest ball against her slick pussy lips, feeling her wetness coat it instantly. With a gentle push, he slid it inside her, watching her eyes flutter as her walls clenched around the intrusion. She bit her lip to stifle a whimper. Then, turning her slightly, he pressed the next ball against her tight asshole, circling the puckered entrance before easing it in slowly. She gasped, her body tensing then relaxing as it settled deep, the dual fullness making her thighs quiver.
'That's my girl,' he murmured, straightening her dress and kissing her once more, softer this time, before leading her back to their table. They resumed their meal, but she shifted restlessly in her seat, the balls pressing against her sensitive spots with every movement. Heat built between her legs, her pussy dripping, asshole tingling from the forbidden stretch. She gripped her fork tighter, trying to focus on the creamy dessert, but waves of arousal crashed over her, making her nipples harden against her bra and her breaths come shallow.
He watched her squirm, a smug smile playing on his lips as he savored his own plate. By the time the bill arrived, she was on edge, her body humming with need, cheeks flushed. They stepped into the private elevator for the descent to the ground floor, the doors sliding shut with a soft ding. The moment they were alone, he pinned her to the mirrored wall, his mouth claiming hers again in a sloppy, desperate make-out. Tongues battled, teeth nipping, hands roaming—his squeezing her ass, hers yanking at his hair.
The elevator jolted to a stop at the lobby, doors opening to reveal a small crowd of well-dressed patrons waiting. But they didn't stop. His hands cupped her face as he kissed her harder, her fingers clawing at his back, their bodies grinding together shamelessly. Whispers and stares followed them as they stumbled out, still locked in the heated embrace, ignoring the shocked gasps and averted eyes. People watched, some smirking, others blushing, but the couple was lost in their world.
Halfway across the marble floor, he hooked his arms under her thighs, lifting her so her legs wrapped around his waist, crossed at the ankles behind him. She clung to his neck, their lips never parting, tongues thrusting in rhythm as he carried her toward the exit. The balls shifted inside her with each step, sending jolts of pleasure through her core, making her grind against the bulge in his pants.
Outside, the valet had their sleek black sedan waiting. He barely acknowledged him, sliding her into the back seat before climbing in after her and slamming the door. The privacy partition was already up, shielding them from the driver. He threw her down onto the leather upholstery, her dress riding up to bare her thighs and the soaked thong. 'Fuck dinner,' he snarled, yanking her thong aside to reveal her glistening pussy, the string of balls dangling teasingly.
She arched up, desperate. 'Take me now.' He unzipped his slacks, freeing his thick cock, veined and throbbing, the head slick with pre-cum. Positioning himself between her spread legs, he gripped the base and thrust forward, burying himself balls-deep in her pussy in one brutal stroke. The ball inside her pressed against his shaft, amplifying the stretch, making her cry out as her walls fluttered around him.
He fucked her hard and deep, hips snapping forward relentlessly, the car rocking with the force. Her legs locked around him, heels digging into his ass, urging him deeper. Each plunge dragged the ball in her pussy against her g-spot, while the one in her asshole rubbed from within, building an unbearable pressure. She clawed at his shoulders, moaning loudly, uncaring if the driver heard.
His hand snaked between them, tugging gently on the string to jostle the balls, making her gasp and clench tighter around his cock. Sweat beaded on his forehead as he pounded into her, the wet slap of skin on skin filling the confined space. The windows fogged up quickly, condensation blurring the city lights outside, turning the car into a steamy cocoon.
'Come for me,' he grunted, his thrusts growing erratic, cock swelling inside her. She shattered first, her pussy spasming wildly, juices squirting around his shaft as the orgasm ripped through her, the balls intensifying every pulse. The sight and feel pushed him over the edge—he slammed in deep one last time, roaring as his cock erupted, hot cum flooding her depths, mixing with her wetness.
Panting, he collapsed over her, still buried inside, their bodies slick and trembling. She kissed his jaw, a lazy smile on her lips. 'Best meal ever.' As the car pulled away into the night, the fogged windows hid their satisfied tangle, promising more indulgence ahead.
She sipped her wine, her tongue darting out to lick a drop from her lower lip, and he nearly groaned aloud. He wanted to suck those lips dry, to devour her right there amid the murmur of elegant conversation and clinking glasses. 'You look incredible tonight,' he said, his voice low and rough, eyes tracing the swell of her breasts rising with each breath.
She leaned forward, her foot brushing his calf under the table. 'Flattery will get you everywhere,' she whispered, her eyes darkening with the same hunger.
He couldn't wait any longer. Excusing themselves with a murmured word to the waiter, he took her hand and led her through the dimly lit hallway to the opulent washroom, its marble counters gleaming under soft lights. The door clicked shut behind them, and he spun her against it, crashing his mouth onto hers in a deep, demanding kiss. His tongue plunged past her lips, tangling with hers, sucking hard as if to draw the very essence from her. She moaned into his mouth, her hands clutching his shirt, nails digging in as she kissed back fiercely, her body arching to press against his hardening length.
Breaking the kiss just enough to gasp for air, he reached into his pocket and pulled out the string of smooth, silicone balls—three graduated spheres connected by a thin cord, slick with the lube he'd applied earlier. 'Trust me,' he growled, hiking up her dress to expose her lace thong. She nodded, breathless, spreading her legs slightly as he tugged the fabric aside.
He teased the smallest ball against her slick pussy lips, feeling her wetness coat it instantly. With a gentle push, he slid it inside her, watching her eyes flutter as her walls clenched around the intrusion. She bit her lip to stifle a whimper. Then, turning her slightly, he pressed the next ball against her tight asshole, circling the puckered entrance before easing it in slowly. She gasped, her body tensing then relaxing as it settled deep, the dual fullness making her thighs quiver.
'That's my girl,' he murmured, straightening her dress and kissing her once more, softer this time, before leading her back to their table. They resumed their meal, but she shifted restlessly in her seat, the balls pressing against her sensitive spots with every movement. Heat built between her legs, her pussy dripping, asshole tingling from the forbidden stretch. She gripped her fork tighter, trying to focus on the creamy dessert, but waves of arousal crashed over her, making her nipples harden against her bra and her breaths come shallow.
He watched her squirm, a smug smile playing on his lips as he savored his own plate. By the time the bill arrived, she was on edge, her body humming with need, cheeks flushed. They stepped into the private elevator for the descent to the ground floor, the doors sliding shut with a soft ding. The moment they were alone, he pinned her to the mirrored wall, his mouth claiming hers again in a sloppy, desperate make-out. Tongues battled, teeth nipping, hands roaming—his squeezing her ass, hers yanking at his hair.
The elevator jolted to a stop at the lobby, doors opening to reveal a small crowd of well-dressed patrons waiting. But they didn't stop. His hands cupped her face as he kissed her harder, her fingers clawing at his back, their bodies grinding together shamelessly. Whispers and stares followed them as they stumbled out, still locked in the heated embrace, ignoring the shocked gasps and averted eyes. People watched, some smirking, others blushing, but the couple was lost in their world.
Halfway across the marble floor, he hooked his arms under her thighs, lifting her so her legs wrapped around his waist, crossed at the ankles behind him. She clung to his neck, their lips never parting, tongues thrusting in rhythm as he carried her toward the exit. The balls shifted inside her with each step, sending jolts of pleasure through her core, making her grind against the bulge in his pants.
Outside, the valet had their sleek black sedan waiting. He barely acknowledged him, sliding her into the back seat before climbing in after her and slamming the door. The privacy partition was already up, shielding them from the driver. He threw her down onto the leather upholstery, her dress riding up to bare her thighs and the soaked thong. 'Fuck dinner,' he snarled, yanking her thong aside to reveal her glistening pussy, the string of balls dangling teasingly.
She arched up, desperate. 'Take me now.' He unzipped his slacks, freeing his thick cock, veined and throbbing, the head slick with pre-cum. Positioning himself between her spread legs, he gripped the base and thrust forward, burying himself balls-deep in her pussy in one brutal stroke. The ball inside her pressed against his shaft, amplifying the stretch, making her cry out as her walls fluttered around him.
He fucked her hard and deep, hips snapping forward relentlessly, the car rocking with the force. Her legs locked around him, heels digging into his ass, urging him deeper. Each plunge dragged the ball in her pussy against her g-spot, while the one in her asshole rubbed from within, building an unbearable pressure. She clawed at his shoulders, moaning loudly, uncaring if the driver heard.
His hand snaked between them, tugging gently on the string to jostle the balls, making her gasp and clench tighter around his cock. Sweat beaded on his forehead as he pounded into her, the wet slap of skin on skin filling the confined space. The windows fogged up quickly, condensation blurring the city lights outside, turning the car into a steamy cocoon.
'Come for me,' he grunted, his thrusts growing erratic, cock swelling inside her. She shattered first, her pussy spasming wildly, juices squirting around his shaft as the orgasm ripped through her, the balls intensifying every pulse. The sight and feel pushed him over the edge—he slammed in deep one last time, roaring as his cock erupted, hot cum flooding her depths, mixing with her wetness.
Panting, he collapsed over her, still buried inside, their bodies slick and trembling. She kissed his jaw, a lazy smile on her lips. 'Best meal ever.' As the car pulled away into the night, the fogged windows hid their satisfied tangle, promising more indulgence ahead.
