Page 98 of Koroleva

Its effects were aphrodisiac, besides giving you enough courage to do anything.

"Why don't we dance?" I suggested flirtatiously. I licked my thick lower lip and the director's fly tensed. "Will you join me, Karlos?" He looked nervously at his wife, who nodded, giving him permission.

"Go, have fun."

"I'm not very good at dancing," he apologized.

"I'll lead." I took him by the arm and insisted on going to the dance floor.

"Shall we dance too?" my husband suggested to Andrea.

"Delighted."

The four of us went to the dance floor, and as soon as Andrey saw us start, he headed to the DJ to request a slow song.

I clung to Karlos, ready to cast my spell and excite him until he was eating from my palm.

Five minutes later, while Romeo walked away with Andrea to introduce her to some of the celebrities at the party, I took the director away with the excuse that my shoes were killing me and I needed to rest for a while.

As I expected, he did not refuse to keep me company in the adjoining lounge filled with plush sofas.

"I feel a bit dizzy and warm," he complained.

"That's because you're overheated, let's sit down and you'll see how it passes."

Karlos had a noticeable bulge in his crotch and kept staring at my breasts.

Andrey was already inside the lounge lurking to capture the best angle, hidden so that Arasagasti wouldn't be on his guard.

"It's very hot in here..." he complained, overwhelmed.

"Let me help you."

I took off his jacket, his tie, and started unbuttoning his shirt.

"What are you doing?"

"The thing about the shoes was an excuse. Don't play hard to get with me; I've noticed that you're attracted to me," I argued, unbuttoning it completely while caressing his stiffness. "We both like each other. I felt it as soon as I saw you, and I know you did too."

"We can't. I… I'm married." My hand continued to pamper him.

"So am I, but there's nothing that can be done against a desire as strong as this. It will be our little secret..."

"But my wife..."

"She doesn't have to find out, nor does my husband." I took off my panties and let him smell them. He inhaled deeply.

"They were damp, not because of him, but rather because of the argument with my husband, which always turned me on.

I strategically placed them on the back of the sofa, next to his head, and sat on his lap, with the skirt of my dress covering his trousers. If Andrey did his job well, it would look like we were having sex.

"Nikita..." he whispered.

"Shhh," I silenced him, pulling down the front of my dress to make it more believable. "Don't tell me you don't like them. They're yours."

I took his hands and placed them on my breasts. He started to fondle them and I began to move and moan as if we were actually doing it.

Karlos got carried away and took one to his mouth. I stayed like that for a few seconds to ensure a good capture of the encounter.

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