Selina had texted you that morning with playful insistence: "Lunch. McDonald's. Don't keep me waiting." When you arrived, Selina was already there, sipping her soda, golden eyes locking onto you with a sultry grin that promised trouble.

You slid into the booth across from her, Selina's breath hitched the second she saw you her thighs pressed together, panties already damp from how bad her body ached. Surrounded by chatter and clattering trays, Selina leaned forward with a sly smirk, whispering, "God, I'm wet already in the middle of this crowded McDonald's, just from you showing up."

They sat across the booth, food untouched. Selina's foot brushed your leg once, then pressed firmly against your crotch, grinding slow. Selina leaned closer, her voice a husky whisper: "Fuck, you feel that baby? I've been dripping since I walked in. I don't care if they're all watching I need you."

With a wicked smile, Selina slipped off one heel, her bare foot sliding up your thigh. Her toes hooked your zipper, tugging it down with slow, teasing pulls until the faint rasp of metal lowering made her grin widen. "Mmm... don't even need my hands to undress you."

Her toes pressed deeper, curling into your pants to push the fabric aside. With a deft little flick and a sly squeeze, she freed your stiff shaft, letting it spring into the open air under the table. The sight of you exposed while people bustled around them made her bite her lip, golden eyes glittering with hunger.

Selina's arch pressed down over you, the soft sole of her foot stroking along your bare length in slow, obscene pumps. Her toes curled around the tip, sliding back down with deliberate friction, every motion dripping with intent. "God, you're letting me unzip you and pull your cock out with my toes in the middle of a fucking McDonald's," she whispered, her voice trembling with lust, lips grazing your ear as she worked you with sinful precision.

Selina's toes curled around you, her sole stroking firm and slow, the booth rocking with her rhythm. She leaned close, lips brushing your ear, whispering in a low, commanding purr: "Shhh... just relax and let me satisfy you, baby. Don't fight it. Let me work every inch while they all eat their fries like nothing's happening." Her golden eyes gleamed as she pressed harder, heel grinding down with wicked precision. "Be good for me now, and maybe just maybe, we'll continue this in the bathroom."

The booth shook with her rhythm as Selina trapped you between her toes and heel, grinding harder. Selina golden eyes locked on yours, she bit a fry with a shaky moan. "Mmm, you like that? My soft foot wrapped around your cock while everyone else eats nuggets, clueless as hell?"

Leaning closer, lips to your ear, her breath hot and ragged: "Every twitch, every throb all mine under this table."