Surrender

The black leather interior smelled pleasant, but then again, it was a limousine. Before I could react, Dimitri made his way between my legs, and soon, our tongues were intertwined.

"What are you doing?" I whimpered, and his hands unfastened my shorts.

"Getting you ready for my wife," he answered.

My cheeks flushed a deep red; luckily, it was dark back here, "Callista can do that herself."

In reply, his lips left mine, and his tongue began to rub over my clit.

"Dimitri!" I cried.

The heat from his tongue made the situation even more exciting, eating me out before I fuck his wife. His tongue moved lower and lower till I felt the wetness enter my body. This man knew what he was doing. My legs wrapped around his shoulders as I arched back into the seat.

"Fuck!" I cried.

Two of his fingers pushed inside my mouth. I began a suction motion, slathering his fingers with my saliva as a moan escaped from my throat. They left my mouth in a rush and replaced his tongue inside of