Belinda's Spaghetti Sauce

Belinda twirled the spaghetti with her fork like the professional she was. Hank quietly ripped Belinda's evening gown in two. In two. Completely exposing her thighs and pussy. He then took the ladle and trickled the now cooled sauce over Belinda's breast. Oh for god's sake. Watching it slowly make its way down to her navel. Like two heaving calzone. This is so inappropriate in a restaurant. Though perhaps not for use inside her by now busy Italian tratoria.