Benard's torso was bucking forward repeatedly, his left palm pressed to the windowsill's edge while his head and right flank were facing Lucas. The splayed fingers of the brunet's right palm were also bracing against the blond's toned gut. 

Lucas was still gripping Benard firmly by the waist and making the latter thrust his enticing backside rearwards. Simultaneously, the blond was also driving his own hips back and forth with a steady pace, accompanied by the distinct sound of skin smacking ...