Emma's body was on fire. Marcus's thick fingers had left her pussy aching and empty, her juices coating her inner thighs as Lena's mouth released her swollen nipple with a wet pop. The other guests watched with hungry eyes, their conversations turning to low murmurs of approval. The air in the luxurious living room felt thick with lust.

Lena's hands smoothed Emma's dress back into place, but not before giving her exposed tits one last possessive squeeze. "Not yet, baby. We’re going to savor you all night." Marcus withdrew his hand from under her dress, deliberately wiping her slickness across her lower lip before kissing her deeply. His tongue invaded...