<div class="floatright">(https://i.pinimg.com/736x/1b/20/f2/1b20f29350c1177f2051604927cc4c94.jpg)</div>I wait til your lips are on my jaw to let the effect you have on me show on my face. A fluttering of eyelashes and biting of my lower lip to repress a groan when those hot, sin-laden words breath over my skin. Some of them I understand. Others float over my head, or get lost in the mix of heat and pounding heartbeats. Because your hands find my tits through my dress and you waste no time in teasing them to life. My fingers grip at your biceps, fingernails digging into the tan skin there just enough to leave small red lines when you decide I’ve had enough and spin me around, leaving me gasping.<br/><br/>My hands hit the table, jarring the whiskey and glassware there as that cock of yours splits my ass cheeks beneath my dress, which now rides dangerously high on my thighs.<br/><br/>It’s not the flash of the cell phone camera that snaps me out of that pleasurable daze that has almost dampened my ire. It’s the fucking smug attitude in your voice. Pushing up to lay my back to your chest, I hook one hand behind your neck, eyes raking over the party-crowd that is half-playing at not paying attention to us and half recording every fucking move with their eyes and phones. Tilting my head slightly, I let my teeth graze along your stubble-covered jawline. “Never.” I whisper softly, letting my nails drag along your scalp for a moment and arching my back to press my ass just enough into you that my breasts and nipples are straining against the dress fabric to be let out.<br/><br/>“And I don’t plan on letting you be the first to do that to me either…” I whisper out, bending my knees slightly and dropping to the side. The move would drag my ass over your cock some more, but it would also dislodge the hold you had around my waist. Enough so I could slip free.<br/><br/>A few steps puts me at arm’s length from you. Walking backwards now, so I can keep you in my sights, I let a smirk tilt my lips at you as the distance grew between us. “Just like those fans that gush over my girl-on-girl scenes, or the ones where I’m giving a particularly messy blow job, baby, you’re just gonna have to buy my tapes to check them out.”<br/><br/>Turning then, on the walkway that led to the home still lit up for the party, I paused. My hands gathered the hem of my dress and lifted it slowly those last couple of inches. It dragged up my thighs, hugged the underside of my ass, and melted into my curves until just that moment when I’d tugged too much, and my ass popped free. You, and everyone with eyeballs at the party could see what I wore beneath the teal-colored confection. Nothing but a sweet little sparkling plug in my ass.<br/><br/>“Besides… I’m not sure you’re enough to sate all my hungers, Marlon.” My eyes dragged over your form. The rest of the party-goers could have been screaming for my attention, but those blue eyes of mine were all on you. “What do you think?”<br/>