Third Person Pov
"Good." Taylor breathed, his minty breath fanning her face. His fingers were now almost inside her sundress. She could feel the heat if it close to the edge of her soaked snatch.
If he moves anymore inch, his finger would ease into her oozing cunt without any barrier stopping him.
Donna's breath came out ragged. She looked over at Horace behind Taylor. She could see his own c**k almost pushing out of his shorts.
Her n*****s were pointed forward like soldiers, aching.
But no. She couldn't let it happen now. It would make her look cheap. What would they think of her spreading her p***y for them to f**k at a first meeting?
Donna shoved at Taylor's chest, pushing him back slowly.
Forcing a shaky smile, she stood up from the couch, not looking down on the stool. S
