The moment the door of the lift opened, he grabbed me by my waist and pinned me against the wall. There and then, his hands slipped under my top and pulled off my strapless bra.
“Here? The neighbours might hear us. What if someone takes the lift to our level?”
My words were fallen on deaf ears, as he planted his lips on mine, before making a trace down my neck, eventually stopping at my boobs.
I moaned, giving in to his aggression. As his tongue worked its magic on my nipples, I dug my bag for the keys to my door. There was not much time to lose. We were right outside the lift which could open at anytime. Or, what if we bump into the security guard who usually takes the stairs to patrol every level?
Wallet… no. Mobile phone… no. Where the hell are my keys???
Just as I gotten hold of the familiar metal piece, his fingers found their way to my pussy. I squirmed as he forcefully spread those lips apart with his index and ring fingers, and stuck his middle finger into the hole.
“God, you are so wet.” His face was beaming and his fingers were working furiously.
My legs became increasingly wobbly with each finger thrust. In between gasps, I quickly turned to face the door, fumbled for the longest time to get the key into the keyhole, and finally…
It’s just the two of us… and our bed.
Now, how should I punish you for how cheeky you had been?
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Deny access to your pussy, that’s how you should punish him.
But then, you like to be pinned down, right? Punishment suspended.