Wild Affair on the New Year's Express
I peered through the gap.
The woman knelt on a yoga ball, hands braced, while Adrian stood behind her. He'd looped a belt around her neck and was pulling it taut, yanking her head back as he thrust hard.
Her eyes rolled back, like she'd ascended straight to heaven, pleasure pushed to its absolute limit.
The sounds spilling from her mouth—half sobs, half moans—were somewhere between agony and ecstasy.
That live performance hit me like a shockwave. My body reacted before my mind could catch up—shameful, instinctive, undeniable.