Chapter 53 So you wanted me that long

Wendy could do nothing but moan. She was too far gone to protest. She just wanted to come. Before she knew it, she started moving her hips, meeting Montreal’s humps, feeling Montreal’s cock rub against her, and fuck, the mere thought—it was wrong and arousing all at once.

It didn’t take long. They weren’t even kissing now—more like trying to swallow each other, lips and teeth biting and sucking. Wendy arched her back, hooking her leg tightly over Montreal’s, bracing them together. Fire burned through her in a white-hot glow, and she could feel it gathering in her belly. She heard Montreal growl, low and rough, shuddering as he came, sticky wet heat pooling between them, and then Wendy was coming too, moaning and clawing at Montreal’s back.

She opened her eyes slowly and found Montreal already on his feet, zipping his pants up.

Realizing her pussy wet and still out in the open, Wendy quickly arranged herself, standing up, pulling her skirt, her fingers shaking.