Brianna

With my thin strapped dress, I could feel the cold wall of the elevator against my back. His hands were hot on my waist though and because we were alone, he let them slip under the hem of my dress. He groaned against my mouth when he felt my thin panties. I didn't want there to be lines on the silky material of the slip dress, so it sort of bent with the body's natural curve like a second skin.

Callan's hands went past the string of the thong around my hips and cupped my ass full in both hands. He squeezed, kneaded and then held my backside while...