...the couch was already torn up when they didn’t expect company. Glass of wine spilled on the armrest, stockings tangled around his ankles. She rides him raw at first—legs spread wide over his shoulders—but then flips him onto his back and pins his wrists down with one hand while grinding until he gags out between gasps. Rough hands grab her hips like she belongs there. No foreplay left; just teeth marks on necks and fingers digging into flesh as it gets louder...
