'Didn’t expect her to be this hungry.' That’s what he’d remember later—how she didn’t even wait for him to touch her. Sits on his cock raw, no foreplay, just that desperate look like she’s been saving herself for this moment. Ink crawling up her ribs from some country he doesn’t recognize, but the way she moans? Pure need. Legs wrapped tight around his waist as she bounces, tits shaking with every thrust—‘Fuck me harder’ whispered against his ear while someone else peeks through the crack in the door. No lube needed when pussy’s already dripping from anticipation.
