Dasha pulled Desmond into the stall next to Fancy’s. They heard her whicker, but none of them cared. Their kisses continued, and Desmond’s hands were on her waist, moving up and down her sides and hips.
“Are you sure we’re going to do it here, wifey?” he questioned huskily with labored breaths.
“What do you think, Desmond?” she returned, feeling excited.
“We never did it here, but I’m not complaining,” he answered. His breath was hot against her face.
Her eyes and lips went round. “Really?” She thought it was good to do something sweet and kinky for him at this point—another tip she instilled in her mind.
“I am done wondering now since we’re here,” he murmured in her ear. His quick, excited breaths touched her that sent shivers all over her body.
She sighed and her head tilted back a
