She was absolutely screwed.
Lisa watched the way Arthur’s hips rolled forward with punishing force, how sweat glistened down his spine and his c**k plunged so deep into the woman it made Lisa’s mouth go dry.
“You f*****g b***h, think you can pleasure me better than Lisa?”
But he was the one out here screwing someone else… the nerve—
Her legs suddenly gave out, and she sat down heavily on the steps, gripping the banister with one hand as if she might fall apart without it. Her other hand covered her mouth. The noises below didn’t stop, they grew filthier.
Gasping. Grunting. Slapping flesh.
She pressed both palms to her ears and dropped her head between her knees. He was cruel, even brutal, and yet something about it felt normal. He wasn’t being driven by affection, but by dominance…
