She gets caught

Every motion brings me closer to what I want, but every second brings me closer to being caught. I’m too far gone to give a damn about the risks. There is only one thing I want, and that’s to feel ecstasy consume my body in the same way that it’s consumed my mind.

I think of how to reach the finish line faster. I could move faster, but I don’t want to risk toppling the statue over. I could possibly get my hands involved. They might do a better job, but it would mean taking a moment to stop. Same with bringing out my little friend from my handbag. No, fuck all that. All I gotta do is keep going until I finally reach the peak I’m-

Someone grabs my waist. Someone strong.

"Stay there." Their voice is deep. Masculine.

I simply nod. I didn't dare look at him as he pulled my hips back, putting my pussy on display. His hands then moved, giving me one last moment to attempt an escape. I didn't dare. Whatever humiliation I was about to experience did not come close to outweighing my lust. His cock pushed inside of me, making me feel just how girthy the man is. If I didn't know any better, I'd probably think he was trying to ram a bottle inside of me.

I can't help but let out a moan. It is only when my shock subsides do I even consider the thought that someone else heard me. The man put his hand over my mouth to stifle any further cries. His palm felt like sandpaper, telling me it belonged to a man who worked in hard labor. Someone like a mechanic or a construction worker or a firefighter. Someone who likely appreciated a bit of relaxation during their day.

Whoever they were, they seemed to have energy to spare, as they thrusted with enough vigor to shake the statue. We both knew it was worth somewhere in the thousands, but it didn't stop us. We had primal desires that needed to be satisfied. Luckily, he was doing just that, sniping my spot with ease. Then again, it's not hard to hit your target when you bring a damn cannon to the fight.

My teeth dug into his hand as I felt bliss become more and more unbearable. He didn't once wince or stop for a second. In fact, I don't think my teeth would even leave a mark on his weathered hand. My legs soon became jelly as the sensation boiled over. Even with his hand still muffling me, I'm sure everyone in the gallery could hear my climactic cry.

When the sensation subsided, I realized that the man was still inside of me, and he was still rock hard.