Clearing her throat, Alyssa forced a smile and leaned back, trying to recover. She hastily reached up to grab the base of his penis, squeezed hard and pulled it out of her mouth, sucking in air between her teeth. “And there’s still so much of the night left.”
With a nod and another flash of her radiant smile, Lydia excused herself. She moved effortlessly through the crowd, a queen in her court, drawing people into her gravitational pull, then casting them aside when they no longer served her purpose. She knew he heard the small rapid breaths she took in between her ruby lips. He then stood there by the door, looking at her. “Or are you still an amateur?” Jesse, ignoring the verbal jab, stepped forward to reach behind her back, his large fingers searching for the tiny clasps that held back the unimpeded view of her perky breasts.
