32 - Alexander.

After a few minutes, silence penetrates the air other than the howling wind around us, as we have well and truly come down from our mutual high. I slip out of her as a tension clouds the air.

My balls are spent, and her pussy is dripping with my cum and her juices. I can’t stifle the groan at the sight, which is beyond beautiful, but one that gives me mixed emotions. I pull her dress down and attempt to fix her torn panties before grabbing her hand.

“Time to get to the dance, bonita. We’re late.”

Her eyes dip to my cock, which is still semi-hard and glistening with cum. “You should probably put your pants on first.”

I chuckle at that. “Why do you think people will talk?”

She rolls her eyes, but there’s a whisper of a smirk on her lips.

I push away from her reluctantly and grab my pants and boxers, slipping them on and doing them up. When I turn around, Natalya is standing up, hugging her arms around her waist and looking a little vulnerable.

There’s a tightness in my gut which feels a