My Very Public Ménage
By
Jennifer Lynne
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“YOU LOOK EXQUISITE, Katherine,” Antoine told me, his deep, brown eyes sparking with raw, animal lust as he watched my fingertips flit over the swollen tip of my c******s.
“Why, thank you, kind Sir,” I replied with a soft sigh as the fleshy pad of my index finger nudged my sensitive tip and sent a shockwave of pleasure coursing up through my body.
Kneeling before me, Antoine studied intently the busy fingers that glistened wet from my arousal. He smiled, and as I m*********d for him he continued to polish the black, latex dress that clung tight to my body like a second skin. Carefully, he applied a spray or two of the special silicone polish and then proceeded to massage it into the front of the dress with firm, circular motions – w
