Naked Desires (an erotica collection)
She smiled knowingly as Mel led her into the living room.
“Jack,” Mel said, settling beside him again, hand resting possessively on his chest, “this is Selena. She’s going to help me give you the stag party you never had.”
The music changed to “You Can Leave Your Hat On.”
Selena began to move, slow and sinuous. At the first chorus, she undid the top button of her coat, revealing smooth, flawless skin and the promise of much more.
Closer to the two of them now, she turned and arched her back, grinding her hips in wide circles.
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