Broad Strokes - Part 5

Ian pins Chloe against the wall, already hard through his jeans. She yanks his belt open, knuckles brushing the heat she’s after. No slow dance, just teeth and tongues and rough hands claiming whatever they can grab. Her skirt’s shoved up past her hips, panties yanked aside; Ian sinks two fingers straight in. She’s soaked, slick coating his palm while she grinds against him and curses his name like she invented it. He laughs—low, filthy—then pulls his fingers free and lines his cock up, pressing the fat head against her entrance. One thrust and he’s buried deep, Chloe’s gasp cutting off when her back slams the plaster. He fucks her like he’s got a point to prove, every snap of his hips driving a slick, filthy sound between them. Sweat slicks their skin. Her nails dig half-moons into his shoulders. When she comes it’s sudden, sharp, her cunt pulsing tight around him until he’s cursing, hips stuttering, emptying himself in hard, rhythmic pulses that leave them both shaking and laughing breathlessly.