Harry gripped Lynn's upper arms and tried to force her back around to face him.

"Stop that, Harry," Lynn said. Her voice was quiet now, and she was pouting. Few things in the world were as overpoweringly sexual as Lynn's mouth in a pout.

Except her cunt lips, sucking a big cock.

"Come on, baby. Let's get ready and just enjoy ourselves, huh? Come on," Harry coaxed, slowly turning her body.

Lynn was holding her blouse closed over her tits with both hands, her head lowered, her pretty lips pursed.

"No," she whispered. "I don't want to do that."

"It's just a party, Lynnie."

Harry coaxed Lynn's hands away from her breasts. He stroked the side of her cheek with the back of one hand while he slowly opened the rip in her blouse with the other.

Lynn let him do it. Her hands hung limply at her sides.

"I know, Harry," she said very quietly, her head still lowered.

Harry pulled her chin upward, making her look at him. He pressed his lips down onto hers lightly, then pulled away. He knew she loved being teased, like that, tasting and touching very lightly, tentatively, before she got too hot to handle.

"Why do you want me to go like that, Harry?"

Harry smiled at her. "Because you're so fucking beautiful, honey. And I want those other guys to fucking die of frustration, knowing they can't even touch you."

"And knowing you'll be bringing me home, to bed?"

Harry grinned.

Lynn suddenly snorted and brought her hands up behind Harry's back, hugging him hard. She felt his hands at her breasts, cupping and kneading the warm flesh through the big cups of her bra. It felt so fucking good when Harry did it. He knew just how to rub her nipples through the silken cups to bring her to a frenzy of lust before she'd even begun to strip.