Dave released Francine from her bindings, gently massaging her wrists and ankles before assisting her to stand on her shaky legs. He enveloped her in his arms, capturing her lips in a passionate kiss that made her feel like she was the center of his universe.
Lifting her up, she instinctively wrapped her legs around him, pressing her bare center against his clothed arousal. The friction created by the material against her was tantalizing. Her body yearned for him so intensely that it was almost painful.
"Position yourself over this. Hands on the bench, palms facing down. Spread your legs wide enough for stability," Dave instructed, setting her down next to a wooden bench.
"Is this some kind of joke?" she queried, her gaze shifting between the bench and the evident arousal of her mates.
