Soda couldn’t keep his eyes off Cherry’s perky plump breasts. She was unbuttoning her buttoned dress, and he could see her lacy black bra. He could only imagine what she looked like underneath it.

Cherry noticed Soda staring and gave him a sly smile. “Like what you see?” she asked, her voice dripping with innuendo.

Soda gulped, feeling his pants tighten around his bulging hard rock cock. “I was just admiring your, uh, nice scoops,” he stammered, trying to play it cool.

Cherry laughed, her eyes sparkling with amusement. “Nice scoops? Really?” she teased, running her hand over her chest. “I think they’re a little more than that.”

Soda felt his face flush with heat. He couldn’t believe he just said that out loud. But Cherry seemed to enjoy it, her eyes twinkling with mischief.

She leaned in closer, her piercing blue eyes locked onto Soda’s. “You should take your shirt off,” she purred. “I’m pretty sure this is a ‘topless’ restaurant, not a tapas restaurant.”