Page 205 of Taeja

Damn, he was too much.

“Kiss me,” she begged, and he swallowed her breathy moans with a passionate kiss.

Her orgasm was nearing. Faster and faster by the second as she rode him. She was sweating profusely, not only from sex but from the thought that anyone could walk from the corner and see them. Anyone could hear them; she was ashamed to admit how much that turned her on.

The risk had her pussy clenching around him, tighter and tighter as they chased the sweet high together.

Her breathing was heavy when Zain suddenly stopped fucking her and placed her on her knees in the chair. Then, he slammed back into her without warning. His fingers sank into her waist, pulling her back on him as she threw it back on him.

“Zain!” she screamed.

“Louder.”

Taeja shook her head, her eyes slamming shut as Zain brutally took her from behind. Zain put a foot in the chair, and somehow that made him fit even more of his dick inside her.

“I’m close!” she screamed.

Zain hummed from behind her, and Taeja imagined him smirking. Damn this man. He knew exactly what he was doing, but she loved it.

“Play with your pussy,” he ordered, his thrusts growing sloppy as she followed his command.

As she rubbed her clit and chased her orgasm, she heard voices approaching them.

Closer…

And closer…

Until Taeja came undone.

Legs shaking as her pussy tightened around his dick, Taeja slapped a hand over her mouth to silence her scream.

Just as quickly, Zain pulled out, emptying on her ass.

And not a second later, someone appeared a short distance before them.

Yanique.

Eyes settling on Zain and Taeja, Yanique seemed unphased.

Even as Taeja yelped and hopped off the chair, covering herself modestly. Taeja’s guilty eyes shot to Zain, who smirked at her. He didn’t even bother to put away himself.

“Zain,” Taeja hissed, stepping before him to shield him from the worker. “We’re sorry—”

“It’s fine,” Yanique said, smiling before walking away.

Taeja’s entire body flamed with embarrassment. “I can’t believe we just did that,” she said. Her dress stuck to her skin as cum slid down her ass and dripped down her leg. Taeja wiped it away with her hand while glancing at Zain, who was modest now.

“Admit it,” he said, smirking as he watched her stick her finger in her mouth. “You liked it.”

Taeja blushed and started walking away. Between her legs throbbed with each step back to their room. “I’m not answering that.”

Zain chuckled, falling into stride beside her.

The walk back was quiet — minus the whistling wind, conversations from patrons, and moans.

Wait, moans?

Taeja glanced around, her eyes widening when she saw where the sounds came from. A man was giving a woman backshots, and that woman had her face buried between the legs of the woman before her.

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