Red

POV: Declan

My hands were still firmly planted on Veronica’s hips. My fingers had slipped under her tight mini skirt, calloused pads sliding rhythmically against her wet pussy right there in the open corridor. I had my face buried in hers, shoving my tongue past her lips, tasting the cheap, artificial strawberry gloss she wore. It was a filthy, explicit display, the kind of raw public spectacle I