TRISTAN
I spun her around in a swift move. I snaked one of my arms around her stomach, almost letting out a groan when her ass pressed against my erection.
“Tristan!” she cried out in a mix of pleasure and shock.
“Hands on the wall,” I instructed, completely ignoring her. She stopped putting up a fight and obeyed me for once.
No more complaints left her mouth as I rolled her delicate gown all the way up to her hips. I hooked my index finger onto her underwear, causing a short, breathy moan to escape her as I slid my finger between her buttcheeks and down to her folds. I let my head fall backwards, suppressing a groan when I realized how wet she already was for me. There was no need for foreplay; we could just do it quickly, before anyone caught us here.
“Not innocent at all, are you?”
