Working under her dress smothers some of the wetter noises his lips make in their movement over her cunt. Her clever follow-up hitches and dies a shivery death. She opens her thighs wide, wider.

Mozart would applaud them, if she remembers her art history. Head tipping back, she stiffens to alertness and scans their box for cameras. Finding none, she's free to hook a knee behind his neck.