I’m at a packed bar with my shy Tinder date, who’s blushing hard, avoiding eye contact, wearing light gray pants that show everything. We’re at a high table, surrounded by people, and when he shifts to grab his beer, I spot a wet spot on his crotch—precum soaking through, so obvious. “Holy fuck, you’re leaking already,” I whisper, smirking, watching him freeze, his face bright red. “N-no, I’m not,” he stammers, trying to cover it, but his eyes are glued to my tits, spilling out of my top, his breathing shaky.I’m loving how flustered he is, so I slide my hand under the table, brushing his thigh, then cupping his bulge, feeling the damp fabric. “You’re so damn hard,” I tease, stroking him through his pants, his precum making it slick. “S-someone’s gonna see,” he whispers, voice trembling, glancing around as a group nearby laughs. “Then be quiet,” I say, smirking, stroking slow, I can feel his precum over my hand. “Fuck… I don't know why I'm so turned on right now.” he mumbles, gripping the table, but he’s moaning soft, “Don’t stop.”A waiter slows down near us, asking, “Everything okay?” and I nod, all sweet, “Yep, we’re good,” while my hand’s still working him. The waiter leaves, but the group next to us gets louder, one guy glancing over as my date lets out a small groan. “Shh, too loud,” I tease, slowing my strokes, “Don’t let them know how bad you want me.” He’s sweating, whispering, “God, this is so embarrassing.” I laugh, “Come on, I want to show you something and use my bag to hide THAT”. I drag him out, his pants still wet, through the crowd clutching on my hand bag to cover himself—people brushing past to his car in the busy lot. It’s chaotic, cars pulling in, groups laughing nearby, headlights flashing. We climb into the backseat, and I yank my top down, tits out, straddling him. “So, don't think that I do to all my dates, ok?” I say, spitting on his cock, slicking it up, then sliding it between my tits, squeezing so tight my nails dig into my own skin, stroking slow at first, his precum mixing with my spit, making it sloppy and wet.“F-fuck… your tits… holy shit,” he groans, still shy but breaking, his hips bucking as I speed up, my tits bouncing hard, slapping against his skin, the wet sounds loud in the car. I lean down, my lips so close to his tip, teasing a blowjob—my breath hot, flicking my tongue out to taste his precum, salty and slick. “Want my mouth, huh?” I purr, smirking as he nods, whispering, “Please… fuck, yes.” I lick his tip once, then back to the titty fuck, bouncing my tits around him. Making it messier, then grip harder, stroking faster, my nipples hard as they rub against him. “You like it rough, huh? Fucking cum between my tits,” I tease.A group walks by, voices close. He’s panicking but so turned on, groaning, “I-I can’t… fuck,” exploding between my tits, hot cum shooting up, splattering my chest, dripping down my cleavage, some hitting my neck as I laugh, “Fuck yes, good boy.”I’m still craving him, my pussy dripping, so wet it’s soaking my thong. I lean back, spreading my legs, tugging my skirt up to show my drenched pussy, my fingers brushing over it, slick and ready. “Look how fucking wet I am,” I say, smirking, “Your turn to fuck me now, shy guy—don’t keep me waiting.”

I’m at a packed bar with my shy Tinder date, who’s blushing hard, avoiding eye contact, wearing light gray pants that show everything. We’re at a high table, surrounded by people, and when he shifts to grab his beer, I spot a wet spot on his crotch—precum soaking through, so obvious. “Holy fuck, you’re leaking already,” I whisper, smirking, watching him freeze, his face bright red. “N-no, I’m not,” he stammers, trying to cover it, but his eyes are glued to my tits, spilling out of my top, his breathing shaky.

I’m loving how flustered he is, so I slide my hand under the table, brushing his thigh, then cupping his bulge, feeling the damp fabric. “You’re so damn hard,” I tease, stroking him through his pants, his precum making it slick. “S-someone’s gonna see,” he whispers, voice trembling, glancing around as a group nearby laughs. “Then be quiet,” I say, smirking,  stroking slow, I can feel his precum over my hand. “Fuck… I don't know why I'm so turned on right now.” he mumbles, gripping the table, but he’s moaning soft, “Don’t stop.”

A waiter slows down near us, asking, “Everything okay?” and I nod, all sweet, “Yep, we’re good,” while my hand’s still working him. The waiter leaves, but the group next to us gets louder, one guy glancing over as my date lets out a small groan. “Shh, too loud,” I tease, slowing my strokes, “Don’t let them know how bad you want me.” He’s sweating, whispering, “God, this is so embarrassing.” I laugh, “Come on, I want to show you something and use my bag to hide THAT”. 

I drag him out, his pants still wet, through the crowd clutching on my hand bag to cover himself—people brushing past to his car in the busy lot. It’s chaotic, cars pulling in, groups laughing nearby, headlights flashing. We climb into the backseat, and I yank my top down, tits out, straddling him. “So, don't think that I do to all my dates, ok?” I say, spitting on his cock, slicking it up, then sliding it between my tits, squeezing so tight my nails dig into my own skin, stroking slow at first, his precum mixing with my spit, making it sloppy and wet.

“F-fuck… your tits… holy shit,” he groans, still shy but breaking, his hips bucking as I speed up, my tits bouncing hard, slapping against his skin, the wet sounds loud in the car. 

I lean down, my lips so close to his tip, teasing a blowjob—my breath hot, flicking my tongue out to taste his precum, salty and slick. “Want my mouth, huh?” I purr, smirking as he nods, whispering, “Please… fuck, yes.” I lick his tip once, then back to the titty fuck, bouncing my tits around him. Making it messier, then grip harder, stroking faster, my nipples hard as they rub against him. “You like it rough, huh? Fucking cum between my tits,” I tease.

A group walks by, voices close. He’s panicking but so turned on, groaning, “I-I can’t… fuck,” exploding between my tits, hot cum shooting up, splattering my chest, dripping down my cleavage, some hitting my neck as I laugh, “Fuck yes, good boy.”

I’m still craving him, my pussy dripping, so wet it’s soaking my thong. I lean back, spreading my legs, tugging my skirt up to show my drenched pussy, my fingers brushing over it, slick and ready. “Look how fucking wet I am,” I say, smirking, “Your turn to fuck me now, shy guy—don’t keep me waiting.”

“Oh my god, you’re leaking already,” I whisper, smirking, watching him freeze, his face going bright red. 
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Teased my tinder date with a titty fuck after seeing his precum through his light pants

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