#pornburger
I put my hand under the table and rub Maire's soft smooth leg just above the knee.
She looks at me with bedroom eyes, "It's not fair, I can't reciprocate you're wearing trousers. I guess I'll have to wait 'til we get home."
"I guess you will." I reply as I rub a little higher. Maire doesn't flinch, but slides a little nearer to me on her chair. My hand touches her panties and a few protruding pubes on which I give a little loving tug.
Just then the waiter brings the menu. He can see we're 'busy', so he clears his throat.
We read the menu and both start laughing.
"What is a #pornburger? This I’ve got to taste," says Maire.
The menu reads: #Pornburger stems from my love of simple food that you just shut up, eat, and bloody enjoy, also it has the challenge of taking something as iconic as the humble burger and elevating it into something a little more special.”
The #pornburger for that day was #theroastburger, consisting of ʽ32 Day Aged Roasted Sirloin, Toasted Yorkshire Brioche, Parsnip Mayo, Black Truffle Mash, Dubliner Vintage Cheddar and Crispy Carrotsʼ which the menu says is ‘a stunning play on the traditional Sunday Roast, but in the form of a burger!
The #pornburger was delicious, as delicious as Maire’s pussy, but more nourishing.