"He's right outside the door, isn't it fun?" Atlas Hallow turned Charlotte Miller's body, making her face the office door, tightly pressed, then one hand holding her waist, and the other hand undoing his belt...
The sound of the metal buckle opening was particularly piercing between their heavy breaths, and the next second, Charlotte helplessly bit her arm, her entire body seemingly about to burst apart, overwhelmed by a mix of numbness, pain, and a sour tingle that stimulated all her senses.
"Are you afraid he'll hear?" Atlas leaned over Charlotte, his solid chest pressed against her tender back, as the buttons of his shirt scraped her back with each thrust, leaving several red marks.
He held Charlotte's waist with one hand, breathing heavily with excitement, and undid his shirt buttons with the other. When his hot chest pressed against her back, Charlotte's legs began to weaken, like a piece of butter left in the sun, about to melt...
