"Turn around." He said and I obeyed instantly. My body moved on instinct now. I spun slowly, facing away from him. The basement air felt colder against my naked skin. Goosebumps rose on my arms and thighs. My n*****s ached, tight and hard from the coolness and from everything he had already done to my mouth.
He stepped closer and I felt the heat of his body press against my back. His c**k, still slick from my spit and his c*m, nudged the small of my back.
"Hands behind you," he said.
I crossed my wrists at the base of my spine. He grabbed them with one big hand and held them tight while his other hand slid around my front and cupped one breast and queezed. Thumb flicked my n****e once. Hard. I gasped.
"You are shaking," he murmured against my ear. His breath was hot. "Scared?"
"No, D
