Iris's Pov
Travis and I couldn't stop coming up with nasty ideas on how to execute our next rush.
We'd both finally settled on an adult park where they had thick ropy swings. Because even though we were whores, we had some form of modesty not to use kids stuff.
I stood in our bedroom, prepping my face with makeup, staring at the mirror. Wearing a heavy wooly coat, thigh high boot heels and nothing else underneath.
"You sure about this, babe?" Travis asked, hands sliding under my coat to rub my bare freshly shaved cunt.
"So f*****g sure, baby." I replied in a soft voice. "I want you to f**k me where we can get caught. I want that thrill."
We drove in silence, reaching the park in peak time. Everywhere was dark, save for the streetlights, the swings creaking in the wind.
Travis
