As the other man f****d me, Alex watched, his chest heaving, his c**k already hard again, his hand stroking. "You like that, don't you?" he said. "You like being f****d by a stranger while I watch."
The words were like a match to dry tinder, and I felt the second orgasm building inside me.
The other man's hand on my clit was a maelstrom of pleasure. The alley was our playground, the darkness our cloak, and we reveled in the taboo of it all.
With a final, guttural shout, the stranger found his release, his hot seed filling me as I came a second time. Alex's hand was there, catching the excess, smearing it over my skin as he licked his way down my neck.
Alex, his voice a caress that sent a shiver down my spine, murmured, "You want more, don't you?"
"Yes," I breathed, my voice barely aud
