James sighed heavily, and climbed on top of me, again.

My body moved beneath him as he positioned his dick in the middle of my legs. Although, the heat and our breath tangled together, my eyes were no longer on him.

They were fixed on the corner. And, I saw the shadow that stood there.

The shadow wasn't exactly tall, nor was it dramatic or funny. It was just-- present. It stood there, in the dark, watching, and not blinking.

I blinked once, then, twice and the shadow was still there.

James was on top of me, ramming his dick into my wetness, and groaning against my neck carelessly and...