Blame the wine, Part 3

The wine or not, I was extremely turned on by the time we were in the elevator. My hand reached for the front of his dress pants while she pressed her breasts against me in a rushed kiss. Reaching behind me I felt her hand on top of mine as his excitement grew. I turned her around, between him and I, her bottom pressed against his raging hard on. My hands snaking up her skirt, feeling her wet