Ignoring Carly's protests Ian's hands slipped around behind her, cupping her bottom and drawing her closer to him. He tugged her dress higher so she could feel his erection pressed against her. Feeling somewhat frantic she pushed hard against his chest, finding that while this gave her some room up top it also pressed her groin even harder against him.

One of his legs had slipped between hers, forcing them further apart, pushing her panties down and off with his toe. Now his hands were back on her bottom lifting her. She writhed and twisted and complained non-stop, but found herself being lifted steadily higher, his cock rubbing against her...