Brooklyn Kinda Love - Episode 2

Braniff caught her wrist before she turned away from the table. Fran’s mouth opened to snap at him but he already had her pressed against the door frame, breath hot at her ear. "Not here," she hissed, yet her hips pushed back when he shoved her dress up and tore the thin strip of underwear aside. He sank two fingers deep, thumb working her clit in tight circles. She bit her lip to stay quiet while the others laughed in the yard. Outside the window, Nikki stood in the glow of the string lights, hair swinging as she told some story that made everyone lean in. She didn’t glance toward the house. Fran came fast, thighs shaking, and Braniff’s free hand covered her mouth to swallow the sound. He freed himself, slid in with one long thrust, and fucked her in quick, ruthless strokes until she fluttered around him again. When he pulled out, his spend slid down her thigh. He kissed the nape of her neck once, then fixed her dress. Fran straightened, flushed and breathing hard, and stepped back into the party. Nikki laughed at something across the lawn, light catching the sheen of sweat on her collarbones, the center of attention without even trying.