“What –“
Kent just gives me a look that silences me and I groan a little, my mouth trembling – I was so close – but I do as I’m told, unlocking my legs from their place around his waist and placing them on the ground.
Before I can even think, Kent grabs me by the waist and spins me, and pressing a hand between my shoulder blades, leaning me forward so that my hands and chest are pressed against the wall. His free hand goes to my hips, pulling them backward against him so that I can feel the full, hard press of his c**k. My n*****s instantly go hard up against the cool tile that I rest my cheek against.
“Who is in charge here, Fay,” Kent growls, pressing the hard mass of that thick d**k up against my slick folds, pulling hard on my hips so that he grinds against me.
I moan a little,
