Heat flushed through her body, from her blushing cheeks all the way down to her clenching pussy. Her nipples were hard little buds pressing against the front of her dress, but they felt even more swollen as Jake’s hands came up from below to cup her breasts. Sharon moaned, leaning back against him, her eyelashes fluttering.

The wet sounds of sex filled her ears as everyone started moving again, pleasuring themselves while watching her and Jake. Or maybe watching each other. Sharon’s eyes opened again.

Nope. Definitely watching her and Jake.

Excitement tingled along her skin.

There was a low moan across the room and she looked over to see that the two women had stopped kissing each other and were now bent over the man’s cock, which they were both enthusiastically licking. He had one hand resting on each of their heads but was watching the newcomers avidly. Sharon whimpered a little, wriggling as she pressed her legs together.

They were hot together.

“What do you like better?” Jake whispered in her ear, his lips moving over the curved shell and sending tingles of sensation down her spine. His hands caressed her breasts, pushing them upwards so that they almost spilled out the front of her dress. “Watching or being watched?”

She was practically panting as he pinched her nipples, the tiny buds throbbing against his fingertips. He rolled them between his fingers, tugging when she didn’t answer, and adding a little bite of pain to the pleasure.

“I don’t know,” she whispered back, turning her head so she could catch his lips with hers.

Jake rocked his hips against her ass as he kissed her. The position wasn’t entirely comfortable for her, but he released one breast, his right hand coming up to curve around her throat, so she didn’t have much of a choice. Shuddering, Sharon whimpered again as he wrapped her hair around his hand and used it to direct her movements.

Her head was tipped back, ending the kiss and giving him access to her throat. As he kissed his way down her sensitive skin, Jake’s other hand pulled the straps of her dress down, baring her breasts to the room.

She could feel people’s eyes on her. Not just the people in the room, but she imagined all the people in the room next door, watching the live feed screen. Watching Jake tug her dress down over her hips and leaving her completely exposed. Her dress was a puddle of fabric around her feet, her garters, stockings, and heels offered no real coverage. He rocked against her again, the bulge of his cock right against the seam of her ass.