She’s not waiting. Bent over the sink with her denim ripped halfway down, fingers already tangled in her own hair as she yanks herself into position. Cock slides right in before she even finishes pulling up her shirt—rough, no-lubrication thrusts that make the porcelain rattle. Her ass wobbles with every hit, toes curling against linoleum like she’s trying to dig herself into the floor. No teasing. No slow build. Just him gripping her hips so tight his knuckles turn white and her breath comes out in ragged gasps between moans of ‘fuck yeah’ and ‘harder.
