DAVIE and OLIVIA

The car pulled up outside the house at a little bit to nine and a few moments later, she walked out of the house, my eyes and cock jerked to attention at the sight of her wearing a beautiful, evening dress that clung to every single one of her curves. I'd never want to own a dress that belonged to a woman before tonight, and it was because of Olivia, that I would do anything and everything possible to keep that dress locked up and have her body heat under me. Her breasts were so round and flushed, the perfect size, not to big not so small, they looked so decent in the dress, she was decent and beautiful. I imagined just one tug of the dress and the boobs springing into my mouth, I could already hear her soft moans in my head, fuck!. She walked to the car and Pete opened the door for her.

'Good evening, Mr. Montoya,' she said.

I grabbed her hand and pulled her onto my lap and she smiled in delight.

'What are you doing?' she giggled as I nuzzled her neck.