The waitress smiles coyly and climbs onto the table, straddling your lap. She cups her breasts in her hands, offering them up to you like an offering. Her nipples are hard and erect, begging for your attention. "Would you like to taste my pussy?" she whispers seductively, wetness pooling between her legs as she prepares herself for you.

The waitress moans loudly as your tongue delves into her wet folds, stroking and teasing her sensitive nerves. Her hips rise and fall in time with your laps, grinding against you as she tries to find more contact. She can feel herself getting closer and closer to the edge, her breath coming in short bursts.

Her hands slide down your chest, fingers tangling in your hair as she urges you on. "That's it," she gasps, arching her back and meeting your tongue with her own.