Nina squealed with drunken delight as Jon carried her through the Lobby. Jon grinned stupidly as he felt her bounce up and down with every step. His fingers clutched to the soft flesh of her ass as he continued to support her weight. Nina squeezed her legs tight around his waist, forcing Jon's hardened shaft rub against her womanhood. Even through both of their dresses, Jon imagined he could feel its every detail.
Jon felt a shiver run through his thighs. His knees weakened, and his pace slowed to a stop. As close as they were, they both felt the tell-tale pulse that came along the length of his shaft. Just like that, he was spent.
Jon stood there, panting as a wet spot began to form through the front of his dress.
