MORGANA AND RAELINE
My hands moved quickly behind her. Holding one arm around her waist, I pulled her back against me, with my other hand hoisting up the back of her skirt. Her wonderful creamy thighs and magnificent ass cheeks were naked above her stockings. I cupped my hand over her pubis. “You’re dripping wet,” I said huskily. She still didn’t move. “I’m always wet,” she replied. She heard the zipper of my fly snap open, then with one hand in the centre of her back, I bent her over the windowsill. A moment later she felt me large and hard inside her. She gasped, her concentrated gaze out the window broken, her hands resting against the windowsill for support. She gasped again. A mew like groan came from her throat. My hands grasped like vices against her …