I stretch my legs wider for him, feeling the biting, cold breeze on my wetness.

It’s a crazy contrast. The freezing air of the skyscraper hitting me while my insides are literally melting with heat.

My chest is jumping and landing with pure arousal.

“Look at that pretty little cunt,” Cairo gasps.

He sounds actually breathless, like he’s looking at something holy and ruined at the same time.

He starts walking around the couch slowly, his eyes fixed on me without blinking, like he’s burning the sight of me to his memory.

When he gets to the back of the couch, his fingers brush my shoulders.

My body shifts subtly...