"What are you doing?"
Despite my wanting to moan Desmond's name, I don't. Both his hands are high up my thighs, asserting his grip and my balance on his lap—well, at least that was what he was doing a few seconds ago. His feet reach the ground the next moment and he carries me along with him, his front still plastered on my back—cock still inside me.
"Desmond?"
His soft breath hits my neck as he chuckles and kisses me at the same time. It's like I can see his devilish grin. I know he's thinking something worse than what I have in mind.
"The window babe. I'm taking you to the window," he says, sucking on my neck.
My heart hiccups. " Why? Aren't you afraid of being-" I pause when he plasters me to the glass, my sensitive hard nipples grazing the cold wall, making me close my eyes in suppressed pleasure. It feels as if my breasts have been dipped in a pool of ice, whilst my ass—which Desmond just spanked and I'm sure is a deep shade of red now—is on fire—a tub of lava..
