Stanley groaned when she wrapped her hand around him. He was hot and hard but soft on the outer layer. She tried so hard not to recoil upon holding him but if she could not stomach it now, she would be a mess when she entered the brothel.
"Move it up and down, that's it. You're doing great."
Her eyes were still closed, listening to Stanley's voice but thinking of someone else because that is the only way she could surpass this. She thought of his voice, his green eyes, the feeling of him against her while the horse walked that cold night, his arms cornering her body, and his scent filling her nose.
She gripped Stanley more, moving her hand faster while he reached on the wall behind her to support his posture so he could not fall on her.
"F.uck," he uttered and that is when she opened
