DIRTY, ROTTEN SEXCAPADES (Er0tica Collection)
One hand gripped the back of my neck, his thumb stroking the sensitive skin behind my ear, while the other held my hand, his lips brushing my palm.
"Your friends are quite lively," Preston said to the room, his eyes never leaving mine.
"They're a handful," I gasped, my hips shifting instinctively against him. Every time I moved, the vibrator in my thong pressed harder against my clit. I was getting so horny it was becoming a physical ache.
"I like them," Preston said, smiling at Darla. "They have spirit. Not like the dry, boring socialites I usually deal with."
"See? He gets it!" Darla toasted him with her glass.