There would be little protest found from her, in any other circumstance. Being pounded into the mattress, her legs in the air, his breath on her skin, it's exhilarating and so good, as she's been discovering. But riding him slow in public, in the wide open air, it's something too.
"Nobody will buy it," she murmurs it against his lips. "One look at your face, they'll know."
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"Nobody will buy it," she murmurs it against his lips. "One look at your face, they'll know."