FIND MY PLACE
TIARA
I experienced a sense of disconnection from reality. I was the one now about to f**k him, and that was all that mattered.
He dragged me back by my hips as soon as I heard his zipper. Although my hot skin bled in the chilly air, my p***y remained hot and wet. My legs stretched out and pleaded for mercy as I helped him bring me up and spread my thighs so I could sit on his lap. I only craved his c**k, so when it pushed up against the smooth opening of my p***y, I wanted to sob in pleasure.
I gasped out after he yanked me down and smashed his hips into mine, not minding who overheard me or how I sounded. Only a few stories up, my folks were. They might see their daughter getting f****d by the man she had committed herself to if they peered out a back window.
