She didn’t care—she didn’t care one bit about what she was and who she was and what she will be by tomorrow. She didn’t even give a f**k who might hear them now, or who are already watching.
She just yielded to him fully.
Sasha turned and twisted, his c**k never letting go of her as she faced him. He opened his mouth to say something but her tongue swept in, moving in a way that she knew exactly what she’d do if her mouth got between his legs.
He plunged in and out, slow and hard. His hands on his waist left a handprint on her skin, but she didn’t care. She can be crazy for all she wants tonight. She’ll regret this later. For now, she will just give Alain this fun, this need, this…whatever this is between her and Alain.
The cold wind bit her naked skin, but she ignored it. Not with Al
