Wanton Desires
“Jen? What’s wrong?” Mark’s concerned voice drifted into my ears.
My mind went blank. Panic and lust fused into a single, paralyzing wire.
I felt Alex’s cock push forward, just an inch, stretching me deliciously.
He was huge, so much thicker than Mark.
The fullness was almost shocking.
“I… it’s cold,” I stammered, my eyes wide, locked with Alex’s above the curtain.
He was watching me, his expression a mask of calm concentration, even as his hips pressed forward another inch.