"What's ya fantasy." he questioned
"In a glass elevator." she replied
"Wow! With a dedicated audience? Or just there?" he asked intrigued.
"If people are around watching that's on them." she claimed
It was obvious in his tone he was turned on.She could hear his pants being undone.
"What would you be wearing?"
"The person I'm with." she giggled.
He moaned.
"A red off the shoulder gown. No under garments. Easy access."
"Tell me more." he pleads
"Face against the glass. He's taking me from behind. The glass is cold against my boobs. Nipples hard. As he rams me harder, I reach down and rub my clit."
She hears silent moans and the sound of him pleasing himself, his breathing a bit rushed.
"His hand is intertwined in mine above our heads. Using the railing as a grip, he plunges harder. He bites my left shoulder, I scream in agony and joy as I cum with y'all..."
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