PLEASE ME, DADDY: 50 SHADES OF DESIRE
Chris built a rhythm, his hips rolling forward, the slap of skin starting soft but growing louder.
Sweat broke out fresh on their bodies, the afternoon heat and their exertion making it pour. It trickled down Chris's back in rivulets, soaking into the waistband of his lowered shorts. On Lily, it beaded between her breasts, still confined in her sports bra, and ran down her sides. The bushes around them rustled with a light breeze, leaves whispering like they were in on the secret. But their movements made the branches shake a little too, stems bending under the force of his thrusts.