Chapter 2

Zoe’s POV.

He carries me straight into the kitchen still devouring my mouth like he cannot get enough, tongue shoving deep and sloppy, spit dripping down my chin as his hard bulge grinds right against my bare leaking cunt with every step.

My legs stay wrapped tight around his waist, my heavy tits smashed against his chest, nipples hard and sensitive from all the rough grabbing earlier, and then he sets me down on the cold kitchen island with a heavy thud, my ass cheeks spreading on the smooth surface as he keeps kissing me even hungrier.

The mask is still firmly on, hiding whoever the fuck this...