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Jubilee

The town overflows with the promise of a party.

The way his fingers tickle up my leg as we weave through the crowd sends my joy higher. I want to dance with him under the red lanterns and stringed lights, swaying to the band I hear playing in the distance.

His hand finds mine as we continue our walk. Passing vendors selling knickknacks, fruit, or spiced meat. The smell makes me slow my pace, but he pulls me along.

Trailing my other hand along the graffitied wall, I can feel the beat of the city beneath my fingertips.

“Let’s see what’s down here.”

I let him lead me, ready for an adventure. When we reach bottom, he pushes me into the corner where the shadows are the deepest.

“Hike up your skirt for me.” His voice is whisper soft in my ear as I lift the summery fabric high.

The tickle of his fingers tracing up my inner thigh make me shudder. Higher, higher until he’s cupping me in his palm.

“Keep your eyes on the people.”

My gaze drifts up to watch over his shoulder, up the stairs that the sunlight touches, heart racing as the people pass. Heart racing as his thumb and forefinger pinch my clit.

As he taps my thighs open and steps between them, a tall woman walks by looking at her phone. Does she see us? I barely suppress my moan as he thrusts two fingers in my cunt.

He lifts my leg and steps between them as a man stops at the top of the stairs to examine a map. I have to bite my lip to hold the gasp as I’m filled with cock.

The man carries on unaware. My cunt flutters hard at how close he’d been to us.

“Will you come quick, baby? Don’t want to miss the jubilee.”

He’s teasing me. He knows how much this gets me off.

“Or maybe I won’t let you come…”

That only makes it worse, the tightening in my core building at being denied. Because I’m thinking of being filled with come, of having my dress pushed down, and walking around in the crowd with his come drying on my thighs.

“Fuck.” I want that and he knows it.

His hands dig into my hips and the wall digs into my back. My eyes linger on the passing crowd just above us.

“Don’t come,” he grits out in my ear. “Don’t you dare come.”

He fills me up. The spasm of his cock inside me almost sends me over the edge, but I just hold back.

We’re back up the stairs, back out in the sunlight, weaving through the crowd. His fingers tickle up my wet thigh leaving me breathless.

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