He slammed her against the wall the second the door shut, hands already yanking her skirt up over her hips. “Fuck, you’re dripping already,” he growled, fingers shoving her panties aside and sinking two thick digits straight into her cunt. She moaned loud and filthy, grinding down on his hand like she needed it deeper. “That’s it, slut. Take it.” He pumped hard, thumb smashing her clit with every thrust until her thighs shook. She reached for his belt, yanking it open, pulling out his cock and stroking it rough and fast. “Gonna fuck you stupid,” he promised, spinning her around and bending her over the table.
He drove in balls-deep on the first thrust, no teasing, just raw pounding that made her tits bounce and the table legs scrape the floor. She pushed back, meeting every slam, begging for more, harder, until he flipped her onto her back, hooked her legs over his shoulders, and fucked her like he was trying to break her in half. Sweat, grunts, the wet slap of skin on skin filled the room. When she came she screamed his name, cunt clamping so tight he followed right after, flooding her deep. They didn’t stop. He stayed inside her, grinding slow and dirty until he was hard again, then flipped her over for round two.
