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hairless, sculpted torso. Arnaud caught her eye and winked. Chloe smiled and brought her hand up to his arm. It seemed that, with regard to their awkward introduction, all was forgiven. Chloe’s fingers failed to reach even halfway around his biceps, but what she could reach of his unyielding, muscular hardness felt wonderful.
    Chloe blushed to feel the stiffness of Arnaud’s cock against her belly. She stroked his thick arm as he pressed into her, thrilling at the sweet, shameless pressure from his erection. Leaning against him, she lightly traced her nipples against his chest. Arnaud’s eyes widened and his cock twitched in response.
    Chloe rubbed her jewellery-encased nipples against his pectorals and ground her belly against his erection, closing her eyes and relishing the wickedly delicious sensations. The chain hanging from the metal toy tickled her lady bits delicately, and the chrome egg inside her felt heavy, thick, slippery, and…alive?
    Chloe cried out when the egg vibrated inside her. She glanced up to the balcony in alarm. There was Damien, sitting at a table and looking down at her. He waved nonchalantly and held up a small device. What was that, anyway? A phone? A walkie-talkie? A camera?
    Chloe squinted at Damien’s hand, puzzling. It was incredibly hard to think straight with Arnaud in front of her and those distracting vibrations inside. Damien brought the device down to the table and twisted a knob. Immediately, the egg hummed faster.
    Ah, Chloe realised. A remote control. She would have felt annoyed by the unexpected twist had the sensation not been so fabulously divine. She clenched her thighs tighter and bit her lip—the toy was nestled right against her sensitised G-spot, purring away.
    Arnaud slid one hand down the small of her back and over the curve of her ass. She heard his low growl of approval when he realised that she wasn’t wearing panties. He slid one broad hand under her hem and cupped her bare cheek, teasing her wet folds with the thick tips of his fingers.
    Chloe felt like her body was possessed and she was no longer calling the shots. She writhed against his erection and didn’t care who could see her. Her body screamed out for release. If that entailed a public display of lewd behaviour in the middle of a dance floor, then so be it.
    Chloe looked down to see small hands playing across her stomach. Glancing over her shoulder, she saw Melanie, whom she’d watched at play with her husband Bruce and their friend Paul. Melanie smiled softly and reached beneath the cowl front of Chloe’s blouse. She found Chloe’s clamped nipples and lightly traced circles over them.
    Chloe’s cheeks flushed deep red, but again, her body overruled any thoughts of protest. Melanie’s delicate fingers felt like heaven on her aching tits. Chloe’s eyes fluttered shut and the world shrank to her own body and the luscious, lascivious attention it was receiving.
    Arnaud placed one leg between hers and pushed the tip of his erection into her hip. He slid one hand around Chloe’s slender neck and drew one earlobe between his teeth to nibble and suck. Melanie moved a bit to one side, in a parallel orbit around Chloe’s body with Arnaud. Chloe felt Melanie move her hand down her belly and over her thigh.
    Oh, God , Chloe thought dumbly. Please tell me she’s not going to touch me there . Melanie traced her soft fingertips underneath the hem of Chloe’s skirt and up her inner thigh, now damp with Chloe’s juices. With insistent tugs, she unzipped the front of Chloe’s skirt until every bit of her Brazilianed flesh was exposed. Chloe knew she ought to care, she ought to cover herself, but something powerful was underway, as unstoppable as a freight train.
    Melanie found Chloe’s clit and stroked it. Chloe leaned her head back against Melanie’s shoulder and spread her thighs shamelessly. Yes, please, she begged silently. Touch me right there…
    Arnaud wrapped his arms around her and held her up.