Handsy

The bachelor's hands are still gripping my hips as the guy behind me slides his palms over my bare chest, his fingers finding my nipples and rolling them between his thumb and forefinger. I let my head fall back against the muscular guy's shoulder, a low moan escaping my lips before I can stop it.

"You two are getting pretty handsy back there," I murmur, my voice thick with the liquor and the heat of it all. "I'm supposed to be the entertainment, not the toy."

But I don't push either of them away. I rock my hips against the bachelor, feeling his hardness pressing against me through the latex, and I let the guy behind me keep kneading my chest, his grip growing bolder with each passing second.

The bachelor's eyes are glassy, fixed on my exposed breasts, and I can feel his breath getting ragged. His hands slide up from my hips, fingers brushing against the bare skin of my waist before finding the edge of the latex strap.