Sex in Crawford Starrick’s private train carriage, up against the wall, skirts bunched around my waist as I wrap my legs around his waist and arms around his neck to hold myself up. He thrusts into to me hard and I grip on for dear life, coaxing him to fuck me harder with dirty words and promises and passionate kisses. He obeys until we are a sweaty, sticky, panting mess, in desperate need of a bath and a change of clothes.

Confession by @castielsangel-x
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