Fucking

Junior is kissing your neck as he enters you. He doesn't bother to warm up, sliding his dick into your wet and waiting pussy. You gasp as it goes in, and Junior starts groping your breast through your shirt. It's a rush, and it's disorienting, but it's good, too. You won't delude yourself into thinking Junior cares about your pleasure, but the rough pounding at you from behind still feels incredible. Your knees shake with every thrust, you grab his neck from behind, you muss up your hair and his as you try to keep from moaning. Little grunts and squeals escape your body as your eyes roll back up into your head. Junior is relentless, thrusting over and over. The air in the basement is filled with the clapping sound of skin against skin, grunts and groans. If anyone even gets close to the stairs they can probably hear but you don't care. You're lost in your pleasure, one hand between your legs, spluttering nonsense as you're fucked. Incredible.