Lillian trembled, reaching climax from the stimulation of just two fingers. In Claude's arms, in a hidden corner of the ballroom, her makeup, smeared from her climax, stained Claude's shirt.
As her breathing returned to normal, she suddenly froze. The "gun" against her thigh twitched, hot and hard.
Lillian clutched Claude's collar, shaking her head weakly. "We can't, not here..."
"Don't want to?"
Lillian nodded without hesitation. Claude picked her up, bent down, and placed her on the carpet. He cupped her face. "If you don't want to do that, then satisfy me another way."
He unbuttoned his suit pants and pulled down his underwear. His thick erection, veined and impatient, sprang free, brushing against Lillian's cheek. It was hard, hot, and carried a distinctly masculine scent.
Lilli
