Fuck her, of course!

That little response fuels your fire, but you really don't need the help. You lay into her, not holding back; keeping your hands firmly on her hips, you begin to fuck her hard, standing there face-to-face on the sidewalk. As you get into your rhythm, you're treated to the sight of her delicious, thicc body jiggling in time with your thrusts. Her tits, obviously unencumbered by any bra, bounce beneath that loose top, her nipples hardening into unmistakable points beneath the fabric.

Throughout it all, the brunette tries to keep up her disdainful attitude, but the mask starts to crack quickly. At first, she tries to return to her phone, but the rough motion quickly makes that untenable; abandoning the strategy, she lets her arms fall to her sides, device still in hand, and instead just focuses on looking sullenly over your shoulder. It's hardly another moment of that, though, before you notice her biting her lip, her cheeks now glowing scarlet. Though she refuses to go so far as moaning or making any sound of pleasure, she soon makes her enjoyment clear by adjusting her stance, parting her legs to admit your thrusts more easily.

Wanting a better view of those tits, you quickly pull the top up and out of the way. "Hold that there for me, will you?" you instruct her.

Rolling her eyes again, she lets out a sound that's clearly supposed to be a sigh, but comes out with more than a little moan to it. "Fine," she grumbles, taking hold of the fabric with her free hand and holding it up above her tits. "If it'll get you to cum faster."

"Thanks," you chuckle. Hands freed once more, you move them to her ass, sinking your fingers into those plush cheeks and pulling her closer against you. You can feel your climax starting to approach, though you still have some more time to enjoy the buildup.