159 — “Does it feel good to be fcked outside?”

Desmond’s words make me gasp, or maybe it’s the contrast between the heat of his body on my back and the cold of the railing against my belly.

But soon, he pushes my hair away, and his lips meet the nape of my neck in a wet, indecent kiss, with his tongue flicking across my skin, making me breathe deeply again.

He pulls my robe away with a swift, eager movement, showing off my bare shoulder, and q