“Where are you going?”
After Graham had found her–again–she wanted to flee. . She wanted to go away again. He had fucked her so good, she could not stop thinking about it. She had placed her hand between her legs, and rubbed herself almost raw trying to make herself come like he had made her come. So painfully aroused, she almost wanted to beg him to come back and stop the ache that she felt.
But then she decided to flee–to leave and be away from this. From the potential of him again, maybe the third time
would be the charm?
Ben searched her eyes, and she wanted to lie to him. Because the truth was not something she could tell
anyone, only Graham knew.
“Nowhere, I was just thinking I needed a more formal suitcase and was going to toss this one.”
“No, no, no,” Ben said, walking inside and she could feel he was hard when he pressed her against the wall. Her body was not used enough, that she did not want he promised. “I love your personal style.”
He took her glasses off, and lifted up her vintage dress. Her tortoiseshell glasses were an ode to Theodora. She had loved those glasses on her so much.
Sabrina groaned as he left the door opened, and fingered her for anyone passing to see. The inside of her thighs were sticky because of how wet she was. She wanted it with the door open, and devil may care who could see them.
Ben was game, as he unzipped his pants. Sabrina got on all fours beside her Eiffel Tower suitcase, and her eyes were wild as the sequins blurred before her while he took her from behind. She cried out as if pained, from both the pleasure and the pain of what was happening inside her emotionally.
She stopped whimpering as she heard someone coming up the stairs, but bucked her ass up more against him because it was a race against time and she wanted to come more than she wanted to close the door…
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eiffel tower via wikipedia