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The cozy dining room hums with the smell of fresh burgers and tension thick enough to cut with a knife. She sits at the table in that flirty little floral dress, legs crossed under the crisp white cloth, dark hair framing a face that's equal parts innocent and wicked. The guys are already tearing into their food, but her eyes keep drifting to the one in the ridiculous cow-print shirt, his grin too knowing as he holds up a greasy bag like a trophy. It starts innocently enough, a playful swipe of ketchup across her lip that she licks away slowly, tongue tracing the curve while four sets of eyes lock on. Then the dress rides up just a fraction, revealing smooth thigh and the promise of more. She leans forward to grab a fry, breasts straining against the thin fabric, nipples pebbled and visible as she pops the crispy bite between her full lips. The room grows quieter, chewing slows, breaths deepen. Before anyone can protest, she's sliding under the table, knees hitting the soft rug. Hands find the first zipper, tugging it down with practiced ease. Her mouth closes around him in one smooth motion, warm and wet, tongue swirling as she takes him deeper. Above the tablecloth, the conversation stumbles, forks clatter, someone chokes on a laugh that turns into a groan. She works him steadily, cheeks hollowing, one hand stroking the base while the other slips between her own thighs, rubbing slow circles over soaked panties. The second guy joins soon after, chair pushed back, pants around his ankles. She switches seamlessly, sucking him with the same hungry rhythm, saliva glistening on her chin as she alternates between them. The third can't resist; he drops to his knees beside her, lifting her dress higher, fingers pushing the fabric aside to plunge into her dripping heat. She moans around the cock in her mouth, hips bucking against his hand, the wet sounds mixing with heavy breathing and muffled curses. Finally the cow-print guy pulls her up onto the table, plates shoved aside, burgers forgotten. Legs spread wide, she grips the edges as he drives into her in one hard thrust, filling her completely. She cries out, back arching, breasts bouncing free as the dress is yanked down. The others circle closer, hands everywhere, mouths on her skin, taking turns plunging deep while she writhes and begs for more. Ketchup smears across her stomach, fries scatter to the floor, the entire scene devolves into a messy, glorious feast of flesh and need. By the end she's drenched in sweat and release, body trembling on the ruined tablecloth, lips swollen, eyes glassy with satisfaction. The burgers have gone cold, but no one cares. This meal was far more satisfying.