"What are you moaning at, ma'am? Do you want my dick?" he asked, his hand sliding toward her dress. He lifted the dress and slid his hand underneath. He traced her underwear, which was fully damp with arousal. "God, you're already wet, huh? Why are you wet? Is it because of me, or because of that man who came with you? Either way, I'll free you. Okay? You do nothing but sit here like a good woman," he murmured, sliding his hand into her underwear. He traced the vibrator inside her cunt and looked at her. "What a bitch you are, huh? You wore a sex toy in public. Do you want to be fucked by strangers like me?" he murmured, pushing the vibrator aside. He traced her folds, finding her clit and pinching it. He fully cupped her pussy and began rubbing it slowly. Naina trapped his hand, closing her legs tightly. "You want it, huh... you want my fingers in your cunt. Beg for it," he demanded, his index finger teasing her entrance. "Please, please push it inside," Naina clutched his shoulder, moaning and pleading. Some people in the restaurant looked at them but turned away, unable to see what was happening under the table. Rishabh looked intently at them and took out his cock, beginning to stroke it. "That's it, Naina. You don't disappoint me at all." The waiter pushed his finger into her hole, plunging it in and out, making her squirt all her juices. After a few seconds, she squirted all her juices onto his hand. He carefully pulled his hand from her pussy and dress, then licked the juices off his fingers. After licking thoroughly, he squeezed her breasts. "That was awesome, ma'am," he said. He took out his phone, slid them between her legs under her dress and clicked a picture of her pussy then stood up and left.