Douglas takes her to the floor and fucks her pussy

Douglas surprised Abbie by putting his arms on her shoulders, and lowering her to the floor. There wasn't really room, and it was all extremely awkward, but eventually she was down on the floor, on her back, and he was looming over her. He held his cock in his hand, and stroked it a few times.

"You want me to fuck you?" he whispered at her.

"Oh, I do," she said, wide-eyed. It wasn't really all the sexy, the way he got her to the floor, and the floor was hard and cold, but Abbie was up for it. "Yes, I do."

"You want me to fuck you in the pussy?" It was like he had never said those words before. Abbie withheld a giggle.

"Yes! Oh yes, please!"

Douglas spit on his hand and rubbed it into the head of his cock. He pulled Abbie's legs apart, and spit onto her pussy. First with his finger, he rubbed her hole, poking into it, stretching it. A moment later, he pressed the tip of his cock against her, pushing harder, pushing inward.

She was not expecting this kind of aggression, least of all from Douglas. But she relaxed her muscles as much as she could to allow Douglas to penetrate her.

He pushed the head of his cock in, slowly at first, but once past that initial entry, he thrust forward and slammed his body into hers. She wailed out, but it was out of pleasure, not pain. "Yes, fuck me ... fuck me harder ..." she cried.

He withdrew, spit on the shaft of his dick, and pushed back into her. Her pussy was incredibly tight. Douglas naively wondered if this was her first time doing this. "Are you okay, baby?"

"Yes, just fuck meeeee," her words turned into a moan.

Douglas found a rhythm and his cock found more ease moving in and out of her snatch. She was breathing more steadily now, accepting each thrust, grunting with him as he fucked her.

Douglas pulled his dick out, ran the head of it along the slit of her pussy, slapped it against her pussy lips, and then once again, plunged back in. She gasped, murmured, and joined his rhythm as their bodies rocked back and forth.

Just as Abbie was beginning to find a consistent and steady bounce to their bodies, Douglas fast-forwarded to the end. "You want me to come, baby?"

She couldn't say otherwise. "Oh, I do -- come for me, baby. Show me what you're made of."

"Where do you want it?"