Dansmerlin's friends are oblivious to the steamy spectacle unfolding beneath the table. Anna's pussy is slick with desire, her fingers dancing expertly over her clit. She imagines Dansmerlin's mouth on her, his tongue replacing her fingers, pushing her closer to the edge. Her breath comes in short bursts, her body tensing as she tries to maintain her composure. Just as she's about to tumble over the edge, Dansmerlin's friend asks her to pass the salt, breaking the spell and leaving Anna aching for more.