I rose gracefully to my feet, reaching behind for the zipper of my dress and pulling it to my waist. Turning, I pushed it off my shoulders and let it pool at my waist. I shook my hips, letting it work its way down until it fell to my ankles. I was wearing a blood-red lace pantie and b*a set underneath. I stepped out of the dress, bending from the waist as I reached to pick it up and place it on a chair. I knew what this would do to him, and I snuck a peek through my legs. He was holding his c**k in his hand, imagining what was to come.
"Don't move a muscle," he said. Taking the two steps towards me, he moved the thong aside and rubbed my willing p***y with his bulbous head. My excitement coated his tip as I moaned in pleasure, my hands flat on the ground. I tried to push back, to take him
