Fucking in a stranger's bathroom

Somehow her dress slips away. It’s so small when it’s off her body that she doesn’t know if she’ll ever be able to find it again, but she doesn’t care. She lets him expose her bare breasts to the air, feels her nipples harden, and then watches as he stares at her underwear. Black and plain. His hands touch the waistband. She lifts her hips to make it easier for him to pull them out from under her ass. “I didn’t shave,” she admits.

“I don’t care.”

He grabs her hips and she takes in a breath. His boxers join her underwear on the ground, and she notices that she’s still wearing her heels. It thrills her. She opens her legs to receive him. “Fuck me,” she says. He doesn’t answer, because he’s become a machine, an animal built only for this. He thrusts his cock into her and she groans. It’s been too long since she was filled. “Oh my God,” she groans. He presses her harder against the mirror and her eyes roll back into her head. He’s so much bigger than her and she loves it. For once she just wants to give into the pleasure, to let it all go. After so much time - so much time - after all the things on the computer - she feels like she deserves it. Jacob’s fingers clamp down hard on her nipple. The pain only makes it better.

“Just like that,” she breathes. He has her ass hanging off the sink now, letting him use her pussy just how he wants, and it’s perfect. Her toes go numb, her feet sticking up in the air, making her wedge heels shake. He pounds her again and again, hard enough that she can’t keep sitting up straight, taking more of her into his arms with every thrust. He’s silent, unfeeling. He doesn’t care about you, she thinks. The pleasure is enough that she doesn’t care, not in this moment, but there’s a little pinprick of hurt as she knows she’s spread her legs for a man who she only met an hour ago. How did this happen?