Chapter 112

We headed toward Lower Manhattan, popping briefly into an art gallery in Chelsea. I had been there before and liked its large footprint, high ceilings, and interesting contemporary art. We weren't there for the art, though. We were there for the numerous nooks and crannies in the old building. After greeting the gallery receptionist, I guided Jess to the second floor. We found a secluded spot in a corner behind a large, bronze sculpture that looked like a Modigliani knock-off.

I pushed Jess down. "Pull your jeans down," I said.

"Are you sure this is safe?" she asked as she complied.

"What will they do if they bust us?" I said. "Ask us to leave. But they won't bust us."

I shoved myself into her cunt with a single, smooth stroke. This was going to be for me. I watched my thick cock slide in and out of her tight pussy, the lips lewdly spread apart by my girth. I drove deep inside her, feeling the warmth of her ce