Autumn wrapped her arms around me, letting my cock press against her lower belly.
She was clearly jealous at the idea that I would be surrounded by royal MILFs all night. She knew how desperate and horny older women could be, especially high-society ones who were often neglected or bored in their marriages.
The thought of me being in a room full of elegant, curvaceous, experienced women made her tighten her embrace, her fingers tracing possessive patterns over my chest.
"I bet they'll all be staring at you," she murmured against my shoulder, her voice low and slightly pouty. "Those rich, older women with their fancy dresses and perfect bodies… they'll want a young, strong guy like you."
Her hand slid lower, brushing over my abs and then wrapping loosely around my cock again, giving it a slow, teasing stroke under the warm shower water. "Why don't you skip the party?" she whispered. "We'll have so much fun tonight… just you and me."
