Backstage of Trick or treat

Vivien had been a total tease at the Halloween party—blue-balling me all night with that skimpy witch costume. So when she finally came home and shut the door, I grabbed her right there in the foyer, spun her around, and bent her over the credenza. She gasped when I yanked her lace panties down past her knees and lined up my cock, still hard from watching her flirt and grind all night. No lube, no gentle warm-up. I shoved in deep and fucked her straight, hips slapping her bare ass loud enough to echo. Every thrust pushed her against the wood, her costume skirt flipped up, witch hat dangling from the coat hook above us. I kept one hand clamped on the back of her neck, the other gripping her hip hard enough to leave fingerprints. She moaned, half protest and half need, but I wasn’t slowing down. I leaned in, teeth at her ear, and whispered that this was her “trick” for being such a bad girl. When she started to clench around me, I drove in deeper and finished right there, hot and heavy, spilling inside her with a satisfied growl. Her legs shook under her, hat still swinging like some ridiculous trophy. Revenge tasted damn sweet.