Hard rough sex was the only thing on our minds the second we stumbled through my apartment door, no small talk, just his hands gripping my hips and pushing me face-first against the wall while he kicked the door shut behind us. I remember the cool plaster against my cheek and the heat of him pressed along my back, his breath hot at my ear as he told me exactly how he wanted me, and I just nodded, already gone, already his for the night. We didn’t even make it to the bed, he bent me over the arm of the couch, yanked my jeans down, and took me from behind with this slow, deep rhythm that built until I was gripping the cushions and moaning into the fabric, and when I glanced back he caught my face with a light slap that stung just enough to make me laugh and then whimper. He pulled my hair, whispered things that made my stomach flip, and by the time I was on my knees in front of him I was trembling, watching his face as he finished across my lips and chin, both of us breathing hard, and afterward we just sat on the floor, sweaty and quiet, grinning at each other like we’d gotten away with something.
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Date: October 24, 2026
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