Pressed hard against cool brick, the girls uniform skirt bunches around her waist as he drives in slow and steady. A hand clamps down on her hip, pulling her tighter as she arches back with each thrust. Her dark hair falls forward, obscuring her face but not the desperate grip on the wall for support; sweat glistens on exposed skin. He pushes deeper until she lets out an animalistic moan—a sound that echoes off the surrounding buildings—and then again and again without pause. This scene unfolds quickly; no wasted motion only raw lust driving them both into oblivion.
