Why, my sudden but inevitable betrayal, of course!

"We couldn't possibly get started if you haven't gotten your proper stretches in yet, though!" You pop up, managing an almost earnest concern for her well being. "May I give you a hand?"

She grins at you as you pull up and guide her onto her back, hooking your fingers into the waist of her shorts as you maneuver around to her legs. "And your proper freedom of motion, of course!" You nod seriously, and she licks her lips at you as you guide her shorts down and off her legs, setting them alongside your own bottoms, baring her well trimmed lips to the surrounding group of guys.

"Make sure you really get in there, now,"She lifts a leg, your hands already groping up her thigh as it points skyward. "Make sure I'm nicely warmed up and all."

"Oh, definitely." You nod, taking no care for propriety as your fingers head straight for her wet, waiting slit, prying it apart and leaning right in to close your lips against hers. She lets out a soft gasp, mostly in shock, but not wholly so, as your tongue deftly explores her clearly eager flesh.

"Why don't you get up on the bench?" You offer, feeling her wetness on your face as you pull away.

"Should I lose my top too, you know, for freedom of motion and all?" She stands, a hand falling to the front of her top.

"Definitely." You step up, grasping either side of her shirt and tugging it over her head to bare her perky breasts, their curve lending them a bit more perky of a look than your own, you note with an inward frown.

She steps aside, sitting on a nearby bench and laying back, her knees spreading for you as you fall upon her, your lips teasing those perky breasts and their tasty nipples. With a quick glance around you spot a hand towel on the edge of the bench, and grab it as you lean in again to her chest.

Pliant, she lets you fold her arms back, under the bench, and as your tongue teases every corner of her chest, you hands tie the towel tightly around her wrists.

Now bound to the bench, she struggles to lift her head with a naughty smirk as your kisses descend down her ribs and across her stomach to follow the line of her hip down between her thighs. Your tongue flicks softly against her slit as her breathing deepens, and you close around her pussy, your tongue almost as eagerly attacking it as it is eager to be attacked.

A second later, just as she starts to let out a soft sigh, bound naked to the bench, surrounded by eagerly watching men, her dripping wet pussy aching for satisfaction, you pull back, quickly bending to grab the clothes, both hers and yours, flashing a vertical smile to the boys before looking up to flash them a horizontal one, and dart off!