No Love Involved

Pearl only wants the sex. End of story. She steps into the bar like trouble wrapped in skin, that slutty little body working magic without breaking a sweat. Picks out the cutest face across the room and locks eyes. Five minutes later his hand is on her thigh, hers wrapped around his cock through his jeans. They skip the small talk, head straight out, and by the time the door shuts behind them in his apartment she's already got her skirt hiked and her panties tugged sideways so he can push in deep. She moans loud, dirty, knees on his mattress, back arched, taking every inch like she earned it. It's nothing but friction and heat and the sound of skin slapping skin. She comes fast, clenches hard around him, then keeps going until he gives it up inside her. They don't cuddle after. She fixes her hair in the mirror, grabs her bag, and leaves with that same cocky smile still on her lips.