"Mmm.." He sighed against my neck, the vibrations he produced threatened to send me to a limbo. "As you wish."
Just as he slipped his hand under my dress, I couldn't help but feel like I was being watched.
The feeling didn't come from the few people who had stopped their activities to watch me and my newfound friend with our men, but from some people who stood at the top of another staircase located at the other end of the club.
Subconsciously, I looked up to see the other people whose stares caused goosebumps to break out on my skin.
When I finally did, I couldn't help but feel like oxygen was knocked out of my lungs.
There they stood, clad in well-tailored, ironed suits, their sharp gazes piercing my skin. I was completely frozen under their gazes, utterly unsure of how to react.
The lady before me screamed as her orgasm ripped through her, pulling my attention from the men whose gazes threatened to rip me apart.
