The stranger’s heart was drumming against my back as we stood by the window. I could feel his thick, hot cock still buried deep inside me, pulsing with the last bits of his release. My legs were shaking so much that if he wasn't holding my waist, I would have slid right down the glass. The cold window against my chest and his burning skin against my back made my head swim. I felt used, filled, and completely owned."Stay right there," he whispered, his voice dark and gravelly.He slowly pulled out of me. I felt the wet, heavy slide of him leaving my body, and I actually whimpered at the loss. I felt empty the moment he was gone. He turned me around so I was facing him. The moonlight hit his body, showing every muscle, every vein, and the messy evidence of our sex on his thighs. He looked like a predator who had finally caught his prey.He picked me up, my legs automatically wrapping around his waist, and carried me back to the bed. He didn't lay me down. He sat on the edge of the matt
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