Page 223 of Roberto

I’d never fantasized aboutanythinglike this before –

But the combination of my hands being bound…

And the danger of being caught…

And the sheer pleasure as he fucked me…

It was hotter than I could have ever imagined.

I kept climbing higher and higher, but I stopped myself from climaxing – partly out of habit, but also because I didn’t want anyone to hear me.

Roberto didn’t share the same inhibitions.

“We’re going to have to make this quick,” he growled. “Are you ready?”

My eyes widened as I realized what he intended.

“No – wait – ”

“COME for me.”

The growl of the Voice filled my ears –

And I had no choice but to come.

I gritted my teeth and clamped my jaws tight, but I only halfway stifled the scream of ecstasy that rose up from deep inside me.

My entire body trembled and my legs shook as wave after orgasmic wave rocked me to the core.

Then I felt Roberto come –

His cock exploding and shooting his hot cum inside me –

And I came even harder.

When I finally stopped 30 seconds later, I could barely stand, my legs were shaking so much.

I felt him slide out of me, and my dress slid back into place against my bare ass.

There were a few seconds during which I figured he was wrangling his stiff cock back inside his pants.

I heard thezzzzzipof his fly –

And then his hands were untying my thong from around my wrists.

He helped me stand up, and his strong arm supported me.

He slipped my underwear back into his jacket pocket –

Winked at me mischievously –

And helped me walk shakily down the hallway.

A burst of terror hit me as a young woman in an usher’s uniform saw us on the mezzanine.

“Are you alright?!” she asked in English.

“Just a little too much to drink,” Roberto said breezily as he helped me towards the stairs.

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