Octavia sighed in frustration as yet another client stole a glance at her large breasts before focusing back on his phone. She couldn't take it anymore; she needed release. When the young, inattentive waiter brought her drink, she decided to take matters into her own hands.
"Hey there cutie," she purred, tracing her finger down his chest. "I think you forgot something."
He looked up at her confused. "I'm sorry, I don't—"
"Your tip," she interrupted, grinning wickedly. "I always like to leave a little something extra for good service."
As he turned to walk away, she reached over and snatched his hard-on out of his pants. He let out a moan as she stroked it with her soft hands. She could feel the heat emanating from between her legs as her heart raced with excitement.
