After a day of being groped by strangers, we were back at our safe house. The tension was so thick you could cut it with a knife. He just looked at me, all vulnerable and hungry, and was like, "I saw everything. Let me make you feel good for once." And OMG, I was so pent up and frustrated, I just broke. I pushed him against the wall and kissed him, my hands fumbling with his pants. I needed to feel something that wasn't transactional. I needed to feel.
I guided his cock into my soaking wet pussy right there, gasping as he filled me up. He wasn't my William, but damn, he knew how to move. I rode him hard, my tits bouncing, moaning into his shoulder as I came around his dick. It was messy and desperate and so, so good. We fucked like animals all night, and for a few hours, I forgot about the mission and the groping and just lost myself in the pure, raw feeling of his body slamming into mine. Sheesh.Low-key obsessed? Spill more tea here or peep other stories!
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