My hands slid over Emily's tight red one-piece, fingers brushing the fabric as I found the knot holding it together.
I tugged at it slow, undoing it with a gentle pull, letting my hands slip inside to graze her bare skin.
She let out a soft moan—"Ahm…"
—her body reacting to the touch, a little shiver running through her as I worked the dress loose. I turned her around so she faced her husband, her face to the crowd, her ass pressing right up against my groin.
I leaned in close, my lips brushing her ear as I whispered,
"So, what's your na, sweetheart?" My voice was low, teasing, my breath warm against her skin.
She giggled, wiggling her ass against on purpose, the friction sparking heat between us.
"It's Emily," she said, her tone playful as she glanced back at over her shoulder, her dark hair falling loose around her face.
"Such a sweet na you have.." I murmured, pressing my lips to her neck, kissing her soft and slow while my hands slid up to grope her boobs over the now-loosened dress.
The fabric bunched under my palms, her curves filling my grip as I squeezed.
"Ahh… thanks…" she breathed, her eyes fluttering shut for a second, lips curling into a sultry smile.
She tilted her head, catching her husband's gaze across the stage—he was watching it all, his eyes locked on us, taking in every move.
"Your na's sweet too… Austin," she added, her hands coming up to cup my cheeks, fingers brushing my jaw as she turned her face to .
"Aww, thanks, babe," I said, smirking as I leaned in to smooch her, our lips eting in a soft, teasing kiss.
My hands kept working, giving her dress one last tug. With a final pull, it slipped off her completely, pooling around her feet on the stage floor.
She stood there in a seductive laced bra and matching panties, the black fabric sheer and clinging to her skin, paired with net stockings that hugged her legs all the way down to her heels.
The sight of her—curves on full display—made the air feel thicker, hotter.
We kissed again, deeper this ti, her lips parting against mine as her husband watched from a few feet away. I flicked my eyes toward him mid-kiss, catching his stare, and then—on purpose—groped her boobs harder, my hands jiggling them through the lace.
They bounced under my touch, soft and heavy, and I heard him gulp loud, his throat working as he swallowed hard, his cool facade cracking just a bit.
"You like showing off, huh?" I murmured against Emily's lips, pulling back just enough to smile at her, my hands still kneading her chest.
"Hehe, maybe a little," she giggled, her voice breathy as she pressed herself closer, her ass still rubbing my groin. "He likes it too—don't you, babe?" she called out to her husband, smirking over her shoulder at him.
He nodded, a faint grin tugging at his lips. "Keep going," he said, his voice steady but rough around the edges. "You're killing over here."
I chuckled, turning my focus back to Emily. "Guess we've got an audience to impress," I said, diving back into the kiss, our tongues brushing as we kept it going, her body lting into mine right there in front of him.
My hands moved slow, tracing down Emily's body, fingers grazing over the smooth plane of her stomach, feeling the little tremors under her skin as I went lower.
I rubbed around her thighs, teasing the edges where her net stockings t bare flesh, and she kept her head tilted back, kissing deep.
Our lips sucked at each other, wet and hungry, her breath mingling with mine in a sloppy rhythm. Her body shivered under my touch, a soft quake running through her as I brushed my fingers closer to her heated hole.
With a quick flick, I slipped my hand between her legs, rubbing her pussy over her soaked panties.
The lace was drenched, clinging to her, and I could feel her warmth pulsing through it.
"Ahh…" she moaned into my mouth, the sound muffled but sharp, her lips trembling against mine.
"You like that, babe?" I asked, pulling back just enough to catch her eye, smirking as my fingers pressed harder, circling her labia in slow.
"Yeah… ahh…" she replied, a smile breaking through her moan, her voice all breathy and needy. Her eyes fluttered, half-lidded, as she pushed her hips into my hand, chasing the feeling.
I slid one hand up, grabbing both her boobs at once, squeezing them through her laced bra, the fabric rough against my palm.
My other hand stayed busy below, fingering her over the panties, teasing her through the wet ss.
She parted her legs wider, giving more room, her thighs trembling as she leaned into the tickling sensation.
"Fuck, you're so hot," I muttered, watching her squirm.
"Inside…" she pleaded, her voice desperate, cracking with want as she broke the kiss for a second. "Put your fingers inside… please…"
I didn't make her wait. I slipped my hand under the waistband of her panties, diving past the lace to feel her heated skin directly.
My fingers found her pussy, slick and burning, and I rubbed around her labia in slow, deliberate circles, brushing her hardened clit with every pass.
"Ahhh… yeahh… ahhh… just like that… ahh…" she moaned loud, her words spilling into my mouth as we kissed again, her body rocking against my hand.
"Arghh, baby… so slimy wet you are… ahh…" I groaned, my fingers sliding through her juices, the wet heat coating as I worked her faster.
Her pussy clenched around my touch, pulsing with every stroke, and I could feel her getting closer, her moans vibrating against my lips.
"Keep going…" she gasped, her hands gripping my shoulders tight, nails digging in as she spread her legs even more. "Don't stop… ahh…"
"As you wish sweetheart ahh," I smirked, pushing my fingers deeper, curling them just right to hit her spot, her slick walls sucking in as we kept kissing, lost in the ssy heat of it all.
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