Two Hundred Fifty One

Jonathan stands up and thrusts into me. He backs me into the tile wall and hitches my legs around his waist.

He runs his hands through my hair and his lips never break free of mine.

"Sorry for the quickie sweetheart, but we have people downstairs".

He grabs my hips and leans my head back. He bites m...

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