The hidden touch under the table

Under the dim glow of the restaurant’s lights, a woman with long, straight hair and pale, fair skin sat cross-legged on the floor beneath a table. Her dark dress clothes contrasted sharply with the vibrant, even lighting that illuminated the room without casting harsh shadows. The depth of field was shallow, focusing solely on her face as she gazed at the man seated across from her, her eyes reflecting the soft glow. As he adjusted his position, his erect penis protruded slightly from his jeans, catching her attention. With a steady yet graceful motion, her hand slid along the length of the penis, moving up and down as if caressing it.