June.

My back slams softly against the cold tiled wall, thud, his body caging me in.

"Spread," he growls in my ear, and before I can think, my thighs part for him, trembling.

His hand slides under my drenched dress, shhk fabric dragging up my thighs, fingers finding my swollen and needy cunt.

His slender, long fingers draw circles, slow, relentless circles.

"Ahh—" a moan bursts from me, sharp and high, echoing off the marble walls.

"Dripping already," he rasps, lips ghosting my ear, his ...