The men exchanged glances, then the grinning one nodded. 'Deal. Let's strip her down.'
They didn't waste time. Hands everywhere, unzipping my dress, peeling it off my shoulders. It pooled at my feet, leaving me in just my heels, diamond necklace glinting against my skin, and those lace panties soaked through.
The tall one hooked his fingers in the waistband and yanked them down, exposing my shaved p***y, already glistening.
'Look at that wet little cunt. She's begging for it.'
They pushed me back onto the plush platform, which was more like a padded bench, wide enough for whatever they had in mind. The tattooed one knelt between my legs, spreading them wide.
'Hold her open,' he growled to the others. They each grabbed a thigh, pinning me splayed.
His mouth descended, tongue flicking
