Lois's POV

Paul kissed different than Luke. Slower at first, like he wanted to savor it. His tongue teased mine, coaxing, until I was the one chasing his mouth. His hand on my hip tightened and he pulled me against him. I could feel his cock, thick and hard, against my belly. While we kissed his hand slid lower, under the hem of my black dress, and up the back of my thigh. His fingers brushed the bare skin where my stockings ended and he groaned into my mouth.

“No panties,” he muttered against my lips. “Jesus, Lois. You came out here ready for us.”

I shivered. My pussy clenched...