was the city.
Or maybe it was an impulse to show Marc exactly how wild she could be.
Glancing back and forth between Marc and the other two guys, she said, “I can’t quite believe this, but…I think I’m about to have it right now.”
With those words, she looped her arms around Marc’s neck and kissed him—one of those hot, slow tongue kisses he’d already discovered she was so good at delivering. If a mere kiss from this woman set off tremors inside him… Damn, what would happen when she took things further?
He’d decided a while ago that he’d misread her when he’d suspected she wanted to fool around while his friends watched, but now his thoughts turned that way again. And he sure as hell couldn’t resist her kiss, or the notion of watching Diana set herself free. Still, he had no idea how far she wanted to go in front of Dan and Craig, so he would leave it to her to set the pace.
Her tongue twined warm and wet around his and he was dying to touch her—her breasts, her pussy—but she’d have to let him know if that was okay.
As if reading his mind, her hand slid up his thigh and directly onto his hard cock. “Ah…” he breathed at the sweet sensation of her delicate palm stroking his erection through his pants.
She massaged his super-stiff shaft in a rhythm that urged him to thrust it up into her hand. Push…push…push… “Mmm, sweetheart, that’s so fucking good,” he said, his voice coming out raspy.
Across the car, Dan and Craig looked completely awed—not to mention envious—and Marc couldn’t blame them. It had been clear that Diana had built a quick rapport with them and that they considered him damn lucky to have her on his arm—now he knew instinctively that they were appreciating her sensual generosity as much as he was.
“Is this okay?” she murmured to him between kisses. “Here, like this?”
He could barely catch his breath to answer her in a low whisper just between the two of them. “It’s very okay. As long as you’re sure it’s okay.”
Her eyes looked glassy with passion. “I want to excite you. And your friends seem nice.”
He nodded, still whispering. “They’re good guys. And…trust me, this excites me…maybe more than anything in my entire life.”
As she continued to knead his dick, he reached for her breasts, letting his hands fall into the same hot rhythm she was using on him, molding her sweet mounds through the crinkly fabric of her dress. His thumbs lay across the exposed inner curves, so he gently stroked them upward, liking the way her breath turned heavy at his touch.
Their kisses continued, but soon degenerated into hot, sharp little collisions of their mouths, hard and hungry. Marc couldn’t wait another second to push that red fabric aside, and once he’d bared her breasts, he stopped kissing to look down. A sound of sheer amazement rose from his throat at the sight of them—large and round and tan with lovely dark, rosy nipples that stood taut and hard.
“Just as gorgeous as I imagined,” he said on a rough breath, stroking the pads of his thumbs across the beaded nipples, making her let out a hot little cry. “So damn pretty, baby,” he whispered, taking in every smooth, inviting curve with both his hands and his eyes. “So damn pretty.”
She watched him caress her, slowly dragging her tongue across her upper lip, which only got him hotter. Push…push…push…against her hand, which was wrapped around him through his pants now, holding his cock firm and tight.
When he curved his hands around the outer edges of her breasts, then dropped to graze his tongue across one stiffened nipple, she released a sigh and let her head fall back, as if submitting, offering her lovely mounds up for his consumption. He sucked first on one, then the other, going back and forth between the two pink buds which were clearly in need of his attention. He kneaded her breasts as he laved them and nursed at them and reveled in the hot little
Or maybe it was an impulse to show Marc exactly how wild she could be.
Glancing back and forth between Marc and the other two guys, she said, “I can’t quite believe this, but…I think I’m about to have it right now.”
With those words, she looped her arms around Marc’s neck and kissed him—one of those hot, slow tongue kisses he’d already discovered she was so good at delivering. If a mere kiss from this woman set off tremors inside him… Damn, what would happen when she took things further?
He’d decided a while ago that he’d misread her when he’d suspected she wanted to fool around while his friends watched, but now his thoughts turned that way again. And he sure as hell couldn’t resist her kiss, or the notion of watching Diana set herself free. Still, he had no idea how far she wanted to go in front of Dan and Craig, so he would leave it to her to set the pace.
Her tongue twined warm and wet around his and he was dying to touch her—her breasts, her pussy—but she’d have to let him know if that was okay.
As if reading his mind, her hand slid up his thigh and directly onto his hard cock. “Ah…” he breathed at the sweet sensation of her delicate palm stroking his erection through his pants.
She massaged his super-stiff shaft in a rhythm that urged him to thrust it up into her hand. Push…push…push… “Mmm, sweetheart, that’s so fucking good,” he said, his voice coming out raspy.
Across the car, Dan and Craig looked completely awed—not to mention envious—and Marc couldn’t blame them. It had been clear that Diana had built a quick rapport with them and that they considered him damn lucky to have her on his arm—now he knew instinctively that they were appreciating her sensual generosity as much as he was.
“Is this okay?” she murmured to him between kisses. “Here, like this?”
He could barely catch his breath to answer her in a low whisper just between the two of them. “It’s very okay. As long as you’re sure it’s okay.”
Her eyes looked glassy with passion. “I want to excite you. And your friends seem nice.”
He nodded, still whispering. “They’re good guys. And…trust me, this excites me…maybe more than anything in my entire life.”
As she continued to knead his dick, he reached for her breasts, letting his hands fall into the same hot rhythm she was using on him, molding her sweet mounds through the crinkly fabric of her dress. His thumbs lay across the exposed inner curves, so he gently stroked them upward, liking the way her breath turned heavy at his touch.
Their kisses continued, but soon degenerated into hot, sharp little collisions of their mouths, hard and hungry. Marc couldn’t wait another second to push that red fabric aside, and once he’d bared her breasts, he stopped kissing to look down. A sound of sheer amazement rose from his throat at the sight of them—large and round and tan with lovely dark, rosy nipples that stood taut and hard.
“Just as gorgeous as I imagined,” he said on a rough breath, stroking the pads of his thumbs across the beaded nipples, making her let out a hot little cry. “So damn pretty, baby,” he whispered, taking in every smooth, inviting curve with both his hands and his eyes. “So damn pretty.”
She watched him caress her, slowly dragging her tongue across her upper lip, which only got him hotter. Push…push…push…against her hand, which was wrapped around him through his pants now, holding his cock firm and tight.
When he curved his hands around the outer edges of her breasts, then dropped to graze his tongue across one stiffened nipple, she released a sigh and let her head fall back, as if submitting, offering her lovely mounds up for his consumption. He sucked first on one, then the other, going back and forth between the two pink buds which were clearly in need of his attention. He kneaded her breasts as he laved them and nursed at them and reveled in the hot little