(Lana's POV) He growls low, hand sliding up my thigh through the slit in the dress, fingers finding my bare pussy, no panties, just wet and ready. “No panties. You walked into that gala full of rich pricks with no panties on?” I rock into his hand, whimper when he circles my clit slow. “For you. To make you lose it. Like this.” He thrusts two fingers inside me deep, curls them, makes me arch and moan loud. “Loud, Baby Girl. Too loud. We’re in public. You think I want anyone hearing what’s mine?” I bite my lip, try to stifle the next moan, but he pumps faster, thumb grinding my clit. “Can’t help it. Feels too good.” He pulls his fingers free, brings them to my mouth, pushes them in. “Suck. Taste how wet you are for me.” I do, tongue swirling around his fingers, sucking hard while I look up at him through my lashes. “Good Girl,” he mutters, voice rough. “Now open wide.” He pulls his fingers out, then reaches for his tie, loosens it quick, yanks it off. I watch, pussy clenching.
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