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His eyes lingered on her, tracing the outlines of her facial features and the rest of her body that had not disappeared under the table.

"Whatchu staring at?" She asked him slowly, biting her bottom lip and dragging it between her teeth slowly, in a seductive manner.

She leaned in across the table and from there, he could get a better view at her cleavage and breasts. He gulped down a lump that had suddenly just seemed to lodge in his throat.

"You're hot." He blurted out, his eyes now trained on her breasts, irresistibly.

"So hot, I feel like taking you in right now. Right here. On this table." He whispered, his voice filled with a need he never knew it could muster, a warmth coursing through his body as he fought hard against his erection.

Isis pressed more into the table, causing her breasts to rise even more, and giving him a much better view, before replying to him.

"I think I'd have loved that too." She said daintly, allowing the words slip off her tongue effortle