he shoved himself inside her again and again like she was just an object to fuck. Why dont you come in here?”
I knew it had to be even more awkward for her to climb into the hot water, with each step she was popping out and generally jiggling toward him, exposed. I knew Karen was going to be angry, but it was also largely her fault things went so poorly tonight. I tried to tell him that but he was less than receptive. That didn’t end up being an issue though. His strokes into her were long and deep and measured and at his hilt, fully inside her, he would hit a spot inside her like a button and every time he pressed that last inch inside her she would moan, “Fuck yes, fuck me fucking good!” Only in this state of sloppy drunk mess it came out it groans of slurred appreciation, “Fug yeah…
