Fucking in a limousine

Catherine’s POV

As Alessandro and I exited the venue of the party, Alessandro's driver, Javier, flung the limousine door open.

I climbed in first and took my seat on one of the cushioned benches, my heart hammering against my ribs in fervid anticipation.

Sexual excitement coursed through me as he sat down beside me and gave me a smirk.

Without wasting time, he cupped my face and joined our lips in a passionate kiss that had me shivering with erotic hunger.

Moaning, I slipped my tongue in his mouth and attempted to win the battle of tongues for once, but Alessandro seamlessly won, as his hands dropped from my face to unzip my dress.

“You are so horny,” I whispered into the kiss, to which he nodded, his hands drawing fluttery circles behind my back, as I unbuttoned his coat and he freed himself out of it.

His waistcoat went next, followed by his shirt getting unbuttoned. When I attempted to peel it off him, he held my hands and shook his head.

“Enough about me,” He said. “Let's focus