บท 89: He Can't Keep it Together

The elevator dinged as it reached the top floor, but neither of them noticed. Their world was reduced to the heat and passion between them, lost in the moment as David claimed her right there in the elevator, their desire consuming them both.

David ruffled up Carissa's skirt, his fingers finding her already throbbing pussy. As he started to stimulate her, Carissa couldn't help but mew, purr, and moan, her body arching into his touch.

"David," she gasped, her breath hitching as his fingers worked their magic. "Oh, fuck..."

He silenced her with a searing kiss, his tongue exploring her mouth as his other hand found her breast, squeezing and groping. "You like that, don't you?" he whispered against her lips.

"Yes," she breathed, her voice trembling with pleasure. "I love it."

He chuckled, his breath hot against her ear. "I want to make you come, right here, right now."

"Please," she moaned, her hips bucking against his hand. "Don't stop."