Of course!

Dex slid his hand down, over her stomach, between her legs. Ella gasped as he started to rub her clit, his fingers slick with her juices.

"Damn, you housewives, always gagging for it." Ella didn't bother to correct him that she was actually normally at work. She couldn't think straight. Her whole world had contracted to the feeling of his fingers on her body.

She suddenly realised she was panting, trying to press back against him. He responded by wrapping his hand in her pony tail and tugging. It was gentle, but Ella shuddered at how **** it made her feel. Like she was at his mercy. He chuckled at her gasp.

"Take it easy, love." He slowly moved his fingers from her clit, tracing her wetness over her stomach and up to her nipple, before flicking it and making her jump.

"You got a sofa I can fuck you on?" He asked. Ella nodded. "Lead the way, then,' he said, and she could hear the grin in his voice as she stumbled to the living room with him still holding her hair.

As they moved, he stood on her robe, causing it to come tumbling from her shoulders. She was naked now.

Shit, Ella thought. The living room drapes were drawn back, with only a lace curtain between her and the street outside. She had forgotten that.

They reached the sofa, and Dex pushed her down, so that she was kneeling on the seat, her torso over the back, her ass in the air. And facing the window.

She heard a noise behind her and realised it was the sound of Dex undoing his flies.

Ella, you should stop this, she thought. This is crazy. If anyone came close, surely they would see.

But her pussy was dripping at the thought of being so exposed, at the same time her head was horrified by it!

She gasped as Dex rubbed his cock head against her pussy lips at the same time he traced a finger over her arsehole.

God, it felt fucking good.