Hands and mouths out of your control

Hands everywhere now. His on your breast, kneading through fabric, nipple hardening. Alice unzips his pants discreetly, stroking him while kissing his neck. You open your eyes and glimpse it, he's at least three times bigger than you ever were, and envy mixes with a throbbing want.

Alice guides your hand to join hers on his cock, it's so hot on your palm, veined and pulsing with his heartbeat. You stroke together, his groan vibrating against your mouth. His free hand slides under your dress, fingers finding your wet folds, circling your clit. Sensation explodes; you're moaning into him.

Alice whispers, "Good girl," then dips down, taking him in her mouth briefly—wet sounds that make you throb. She pulls you down next. "Share."

You hesitate, but the haze wins. Your lips wrap around him—salty, unfamiliar, but thrilling. Alice joins, tongues meeting over his shaft. He bucks, hands in your hair.

Fingers, his? Hers? Thrust into you. they must be his, they're so thick and powerful, one curls just right finding a special place. You cum hard, your uninhibited moan muffled around his hard member.

Your lips go slack with your release and Alice pushes you off the cock finishing him off with her hand quickly, wiping his seed off on the tablecloth. He slumps back in a satisfied groan. The moment over and blood returning to you head you realize you don't even know his name.