Surrender to Donovan

Eva thought about resisting, but the glamour and glitz of the gala, combined with the stress of recent events in her life were too much for her. She needed a good fucking and this was as good a time as any.

She did nothing to stop Donovan, letting him toy with her. He slipped both the straps of her dress past her shoulders, exposing her breasts. However, he wasn't satisfied there, as he kept nudging her dress down until it was at her waist.

"That's a good girl.", he growled, his tone only serving to excite her further. What plans did he have for her?

He continued until her dress down to her hips. Her shapely waist was exposed along with her entire back, and Donovan drank in the beautiful view she presented him. She shivered slightly, for she knew that with a few more tugs, her dress would go past the point of no return, leaving her completely nude in the elevator. A part of her was nervous at how perilous her situation was, but she paid no heed to it - her desire overriding everything else in her mind.

All of a sudden, the fabric was no longer in contact with her skin. She gazed down, just in time to watch her dress plummet to the floor. She gulped in a mix of nerves and anticipation as Donovan ran his hand along her shoulders, before lazily tracing lines of her back.

"Turn around.", he commanded her. She obeyed, stepping out of the clothes that lay around her feet and letting Donovan examine her body from the front. She felt a fire beginning to burn inside her as she watched him devour her, his head no doubt filled with many fantasies of what he would do to her.

He surprised her by striding past her and punching the emergency button to stop the elevator.

"Now, then", he growled hungrily. "What should I do next?"