Secrets of Desire
I cried out as the head breached me.
Jonah’s breath hitched. “All the way down, baby.”
I sank until my ass met the glass, the dildo now buried to the hilt, the base squeaking against the pane with every tiny movement.
He made me bounce on it, slowly at first, then harder, faster, until the glass fogged around my tits and my moans turned into broken sobs.
Cars slowed, phones flashed, and someone even did a wolf-whistle. I could see all of them, and I knew they saw me too. Jonah’s voice was wrecked. “Look at me, not them. Eyes on my window.”
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