She let out a soft moan, her head falling back, her eyes fluttering closed. He pulled out of her, his cock glistening with her juices. He thrust two fingers into her, rough and fast, curling them to hit her G-spot. “That’s enough, sweetheart. She turned, her back to the crowd, and looked over her shoulder, her eyes locking with Marcus’s. She could hear Bill’s voice in her head, his usual playful banter laced with disapproval. Her hands roamed her body, tracing the curves that the tight dress hugged, her fingers teasing the hem, inching it higher with each roll of her hips. We’ll get you ready for the show.” He turned, leading her through a door behind the counter, his hand resting on the small of her back, his touch searing her skin. Marcus growled into her mouth, his fingers hooking into the lace of her thong, pulling it aside. One evening, with Bill out of town for work, Kayla found herself standing in front of her closet, her heart pounding like a kick drum.
