Simony's horny!

Simony wants her fix. She doesn't say a word, just slips her bare feet up under the table and drags her soles over the bulge in her boyfriend’s jeans while he’s still stuck on that call. Little circles, little presses—he’s trying to focus, she knows, but the way his thighs twitch gives him away. He manages a polite sign-off, barely. Phone hits the table. He grabs her ankles, pulls those warm feet tighter against his crotch, and she laughs under her breath because she’s getting exactly what she wanted.