Rita only grunted. She didn't miss a beat. Her singular focus was making me cum. It didn't take much. I warned her, and she swirled her tongue around the tip of my cock. My hot cum splashed into her mouth forcefully, and she moaned happily as she pulled her mouth off of me.

"I love swallowing you," Rita said, smiling. "But, oh shit! We don't have any clothes!"

I laughed. "I've got it all taken care of, my love," I said.

Rita grabbed my hand.

"I cannot believe this," she said. "Galatoire's? You are so good to me."

The airport was fairly quiet, and we even had time for a...