Or ripped off…
Of course..that’s why we wear them!
Or kept on ;-)
Sitting at the bar..his hand on your thigh..inching higher..higher..higher still..you slightly part your legs..just enough..
Slowly running a finger between your lips before easing it inside.
You reach for your drink..a quick sip..only he notices the slight tremor in your hand..you lick the traces of the whiskey off your lips, carefully placing the glass back on the bar..all the while his finger is driving you mad.
Sliding in another finger,grinning,slowly easing in and out of your soaking pussy.Whispering in your ear “you look beautiful in that tight,black dress,I’m gonna fuck you while you keep it on”
You want to rock your hips against his fingers..but you won’t ..not here..not now..so you sit, still, quiet..knowing that soon enough..you’ll be screaming his name..