Wicked Pleasures [Steamy Short Stories]
“You don’t look like a street hooker. So what the fuck do you actually do?”
Maya let out a shaky laugh, hips rocking slightly around both fists now buried inside her.
“I work at a regular company. But I’ve been obsessed with sex since forever. Love trying new things, pushing limits. Went way too far at one point and… there’s no going back. I don’t even want to. I’m fucking addicted.”
Karl nodded slowly, processing, then refocused on the obscene sight of both his hands locked inside her body.
He started moving slow, pulling his left fist back, then punching it forward again.