Then why don't you, my dear? I would never ask you to hide such beauty for fear of melting my mind.
To have the true you seared into my mind would be a lovely final moment for my pathetic existence.
Only if you wear those little flowers or a grass skirt. If we're doing this we are doing it / all / . I already have a floral shirt and horribly pink shorts to go with it.
‘ You'd enjoy that thoroughly, wouldn't you darling. Yanking my skirt up with me bent over this table, fucking me right in the middle of this dinner. ’
It was a scene of utter perfection, a role played to the highest standard with words and actions before her. Obsidian blush faintly dusting her cheeks as she watched her husband eat her out under the table as the place finally grew silent.
A foot would slide across the bloodied floor, finding it's home between his legs and grinding to his crotch for emphasis on what privileges his mouth and praise could achieve for him if he continued to behave.
‘ Is this a better outing, hm .ᐣ A simple meal too much for you to handle, my little deranged pervert. ’
Despite the degradation, her tone was teasing and loving while spoken in a low flirtatious tone.
It was always amusing how quickly he would offer himself to her, watching with amusement as he soaked his pants in the remains pooling blood. A hand shifting to caress along his head while watching him plant kisses to flesh.
‘ Good boy, you never disappoint with doing as told. ’
Her hand would slip through hair, nails scratching to scalp gently before gripping to pull him in as her free hand tugged her pencil skirt up while spreading legs wider to allow him easier access to her thong .
Get down then, dog. I might just praise you if you do good enough.
* a leg would spread beneath the table , tendril slithering around the establishment mauling innocents , smirk forming while demanding the act amongst the slaughter to achieve privacy .
* the waiter that arrived to refill her wine would drop the bottle mid pour , headless body slamming against the table before flopping to the floor as lights flickered , blood trail slipping down her lip smudged carefully with a finger for lipstick .