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Uncaged

... breaths. His eyes moved down the slope of her neck to her chest and almost unthinkingly, she found her shaky fingers unbuttoning her blouse. Heath dragged her bra down with his spare hand so her tits were exposed, pushed up and totally visible to his gaze. Isla’s eyes darted from one end of the alley to the other; afraid that someone was watching and in that moment, Heath dragged his fingers from her pussy so quickly that he left her hips pushing against emptiness. His hands went to the belt at his jeans and he unbuckled it swiftly before undoing his jeans. There was something in the way his waistband hung down that made Isla want to worship him. He seemed impossibly attractive, almost painfully so. His hands went to her narrow waist again and he spun her around in one quick, faultless motion. Isla pressed her hands against the wall, her wedding band scraping against moss-covered brick. She felt Heath’s hands push her skirt up around her waist, his breathing heavy and urgent in her ear. Her stomach tightened as his hand grasped her ponytail, pulling her head back in a way that was a lot less gentle than she expected. She could feel his breath against her neck and she leaned back into him as his teeth ran along her neck. One of his hands moved around to squeeze her breast and the other pulled her underwear aside so he could push his fingers into her again. His knee nudged her legs further apart until she could feel the stretch in her thighs. His hand moved from her breast to ...

... her throat, holding her still as the head of his cock pressed clumsily against her entrance. His fingers slipped free of her snatch and were replaced almost instantly, by the slow glide of his thick cock. His hand was gripping her ass, holding her tight and she felt her pussy clench instinctively around him. Heath pushed further, his hard cock easing in deeper and deeper, past the point where she thought he would stop, until he was buried entirely inside her. There was nothing Isla could do but squirm and try to relieve the ache that surrounded his cock. She pressed her forehead against the wall and breathed hard, dragging in oxygen. Heath began to move, sliding in and out of her, making her feel every inch of him. His hand was still around her throat and the ache in her thighs was burning. She didn’t dare to move, even as he began fucking her, his cock moving fast and hard. He was going so deep and rough that she could hardly catch her breath. His hand slipped away from her throat and he gripped her waist on either side instead, concentrating on the fuck. Every time he slammed inside her, Isla was sure she wouldn’t be able to take it but somehow, it went on and on, until she could feel the sweat flush across her body. It was almost degrading to have her face pressed against the wall as he had his way with her, and being half-dressed felt somehow worse than being naked. She felt like she was an actress in some office-whore porn flick with the hiked-up skirt, and unbuttoned ...