"Yeah. I remember that it was scandalous."
"And it sold a gazillion copies, too."
Jeff shrugged. "Suit yourself, Mac. If you're crazy enough to do it, I'm crazy enough to help you."
"Great. I'll call you tomorrow. You can give me her number then."
Shana raised and lowered herself on Rene's cock, trying to remain in the moment while desperately trying to catch the tall blond's eye. He had been staring at her for a long time and now, seemed disinterested as he turned away to talk to Jeff Cerbin, the artist. She felt stupid but there was something in his eyes that she liked; a mixture of kindness and loneliness that made her want to reach out and grab him. When he hugged Jeff and headed away, she felt such a strong sense of loss that she forgot to move.
"Shana, wake up!"
Rene's harsh whisper propelled her into action and she moved up and down again, closing her eyes and imagining that the tall blond man was still watching. Her hands moved over her honey-brown flesh, pinching and pulling her nipples until they were rock-hard nubbins and sliding over her soaking pussy. She looked down at Rene, gave him a sexy smile and bent backwards until her head was touching the floor. He sat up and began to raise his hips, driving his tool deeper inside her.
The collective gasp of the crowd caught MacKenzie's ear and his curiosity got the best of him. He went back, hanging at the edge of the crowd and looking over their heads at Shana and Rene. From this angle, he could see Shana's breasts bobbing violently as Rene slammed into her and her lovely mouth was opened wide, tip of her tongue caught between her teeth as she sensuously endured his pounding. Heat crept up to his ears and his cock again wakened, pulsing in rhythm with Rene's thrusts and he bit his finger in an effort to keep quiet.
Just then, Shana opened her eyes and connected with the tall man. He
was
watching. She decided to let herself go. One stroke, then a second and she cried out, her muscles rippling against Rene's cock as a powerful orgasm swept through her. Rene groaned, slipping out of her and fisting his rod as a long rope of semen spurted over her, lacing her skin with white. The crowd gasped and was silent for several moments until a smattering of applause became a thunderous ovation.
MacKenzie just stared at the woman, watching her haughtily step from the box and parade around the clapping patrons, her sweaty, oiled body striped with cum. She was just fantastic. She passed by him and gave him a wink when she caught his eye, then turned, disappearing behind the box. He wanted to speak with her but she and Rene were mobbed as soon as they'd donned their robes. He was quite surprised when he felt a gentle weight on his arm and looked down into her eyes.
