Bianca moaned in mutiny, not responding to Sky, making him smile.
Oh he would fuck her into telling him. Pulling one side of her blouse he arched her back as he entered her. Feeling Oliver’s presence. Felling him watch them. Be aroused by sharing what moments before had been his. Sky put on a show. And yet at the back of his mind he knew for who it was. He knew who he imagined would watch them. And yet he imagined the very same woman to be the one he was fucking. He smiled as she gasped at the sudden intrusion. At the way Sky easily slipped inside.
“Tell me, Bianca” He ground.
“Did he kiss you ever so slowly? Romancing you into submission?”
Bianca did not respond.
Sky moved inside her ever so slightly, the thrust lacking the depth and vigor to satisfy her and yet enough to tease her arousal awake.