Chapter 138 Is He Great In Bed

My hands and legs hung loose in the air as my body moved up and down following his thrusts. Any time he thrust harder into me; I could feel myself almost falling over the edge of the windowsill. Amidst the thrusts, my brain went jelly and I could only let out muffled grunts. A few moans would escape when I could no longer hold it in. Unknowingly, the fireworks show stopped, and the cold wind rustled past the surface of the lake, springing up goosebumps on my back. Noticing that I was feeling a chill, Christopher caressed my body to ward off the cold.