The champagne! She had caught one of the wealthiest men on the planet and spilled his own champagne everywhere on his favor tux.

"Gracious my god, I'm so sad!" She squeaked, hurriedly squeezing the material napkin against his chest, attempting vainly to ingest the fluid. As she did as such, she couldn't resist respecting the saddle of his muscles, her touch inflexibly waiting around the bends of his characterized abs. In spite of her circumstance, she licked her lips unknowingly as warmth shot to her sex. She envisioned what he looked like out of that tux...