#seamaiden

The Mitchell family's dining table proved to be sturdy indeed. Made of varnished oak, it was the most imposing piece of furniture in the entire house—spanning 7.5 feet lengthwise and seating 10 people at a time. Perfect for your boyfriend's extended family.

It barely creaked as Ewan's hips slammed into yours with a bruising, brutal pace that almost dragged the whimpers from your throat.

"Unnnhhh, shit," you whined helplessly, sounding every bit like the coquettish slut of a girlfriend who lets herself be fucked on the family's dining table.

When your head lolled to the side, eyes rolling to the back of your head, Ewan actually growled, "Eyes on me, love. Wanna see ya."

He had been extra demanding and needy lately. Surprising, given your domestic setup for the holidays. You thought he would be able to reign himself in around his family, but on the contrary, the boy's libido increased tenfold.

Touching you under the table. Taking you from behind in the shower, your breasts pushed up against the fogged-up glass. Eating you out on his childhood bed.

And for the winner, fucking you on the dining table.

Granted, it was 2 am and no one knew any better, the house a steady murmur of snores and sleeptalking—but still.

You arrived at your peaks almost in sync, biting down on each other's shoulders to keep from screaming. Errant streams of cum dripped from your pussy down onto the wood, giving it an added sheen.

You spent a good 20 minutes making sure that not a single trace of your bodily fluids were left on the surface.