Chapter 52: A Bomb

The image of us, fvcking in the kitchen with our clothes on and I bent over in the counter with my fvcking heels only made me wetter and Keith noticed it. His hold on me tightened even more and rammed himself deeper into me that made my eyes roll back at the onslaught of pleasure.

The sound of flesh hitting flesh and the squelching sounds echoed around us. It sounded so hot in my ears. The risk of being caught heightened my arousal tenfold and we both know it, feel it. I was weeping down below, and I could feel my wetness sliding down my thighs as he pushed himself deeper and faster.

My mind was clouded in pleasure. That pleasure is urging me to close my eyes but I didn't. I forced myself to open it so I could watch the doorway. Keith's movement went quicker, pumping himself on quick definite strokes. 

I was drooling. I know, not fvcking lady-like at all but the pleasure is just too fvcking much!