rolled my eyes at him, while Saint lightly chuckled. "I should record this for blackmailing purposes.”
My glare didn't seem to faze him as he literally got his camera out. I knew he actually wouldn't let such a video leak out, but he'd totally keep it for a rainy day to show Willow how crazy she was when drunk.
At least she was a functional drunk.
"Willow," I repeated her name, only to shiver because her tongue was already gliding along the tip of my length. I had to hold back a hiss because I didn't expect her to take me right in - as my length was long and hard as fuck.
She moved up and down at the perfect rhythm, following the booming music that blended with the laughter, chatter, and dancing steps of those who were moving their bodies on the flashing floor a few long steps from our table.
We sat in the perfect spot to see what was happening while still giving us enough privacy, but no way could I concentrate with Willow working me up like this. I should stop her, and yet I was hypnotized by how she worked me up and down, her hot mouth keeping a tight firmness around my cock while hitting the perfect pleasure points.
I didn't know what it was with public displays of affection in the most discreet places. These hidden activities of lust performed in the open world where anyone could fuck up the moment of pleasure and bring consequences only heightened the entire process.
I knew we wouldn't get seriously in trouble because of our status, but it was debatable.
Not enough to make me want her to stop.
She began to move faster, and I didn't stop myself from running my hands through her luscious locks, gathering enough so I could control the pace somehow. The urge to lift my hips and thrust myself into her mouth at my desired rhythm outweighed the logic of this situation with Willow leaning over to give me head, but our smart Blossoming Flower clued in on what I wanted because she slipped through the space between our cushioned booth seating and the table to kneel on the floor.
All of that without letting go of my cock.
Now she was literally on her knees between my spread legs, giving me every chance to thrust myself to my tune. Saint was watching it all, and I noticed he lowered the camera low enough between his legs so he could get the perfect view of Willow working me up while his eyes of pulsing hunger enjoyed the show.
I was sure if he wasn't sitting opposite of us and in the public light, he would have his cock out and be masturbating to this very sight.
Maybe that was what the video was for.
My drowning thoughts paused as I began to feel the building pressure, my hips sliding back and forth, which was tricky between the velvet cushions of my seat and my dress pants, but that wasn't going to stop me.
I was too far gone in this boiling rise of sensual chaos to back down now, and Willow was working fucking magic. It would be a difficult gamble to know who to fuck between her and William because now I wondered how her hot pussy walls would feel squeezing my cock into ecstasy.
The mere thought had my imagination painting the perfect picture, and my hips only moved swifter while I quietly breathed and moaned as I approached my release. Only a few more thrusts, a few more grunts, and one long groan as my body grew as rigid as stone while my cock was length-deep in Willow's mouth as I came.
My breathing was erratic, and I needed to calm my body that tingled with pleasure, but I got lost in the sight as I lowered my eyes to meet Willow's swirling eyes of blue with hints of pink, purple, and gold. It was magical to get lost in their twinkling glory, but it was more mesmerizing to see her lips still around my length as she slowly pulled my cock out and allowed me the grace of seeing my shots of cum pooling in her mouth.
Never would I think watching a woman take every single drop of your release, opening up to show it to you, and swallowing like it was fucking white chocolate fondue could fucking turn me on all over again.
But it fucking did.
She opened her mouth to show me that her mouth was clean, and with a wink,