As soon as they were apart, Olivia's support left her, fumbling as she dropped slightly and tried to find her footing, her legs weak. Managing to grip the table to keep from falling, she soon allowed herself to slink to the floor, trying to avoid her pussy juices dripping on the tights that clung to one of her ankles.

Now in a heap beside Rebecca, they found themselves both looking up at Grant as he approached, cock still at full attention. His mocking smile had vanished, replaced with a look of pure arousal, lowering to latch Rebecca by the neck and draw her in for a kiss, savouring the taste...