She does

The mirror was fogged slightly from the heat of their bodies, Emily’s palms splayed against the edge of the sink, breasts swinging beneath her with every sharp thrust. Her shirt and bra were long gone—Julio, at least she had gotten the name of the young man before he'd started fucking her, had pulled them off over her head when she moaned that she didn’t care, just don’t stop. Now she was naked from head to toe, flushed pink from chest to thighs, her skin dewy with sweat, her hair messy, tangled, stuck to the nape of her neck.

Behind her, Julio gripped her hips, knuckles white, his body snapping into hers with rhythmic, unrelenting ****. Each thrust slapped skin to skin, wet and loud, his cock driving deep into her soaked cunt, making her cry out again and again, breath fogging the mirror.

“Fuck,” she gasped, eyes half-lidded, mascara smudged faintly at the corners. “Fuck me harder—don’t stop—God, fuck my slutty MILF pussy—”

Julio groaned, hands sliding up to her waist, spreading her open wider, his cock pounding into her with long, deep strokes that made her legs shake. “Shit—Emily—fuck—you feel so good—so tight—”

She looked at him in the mirror, over her shoulder, lips parted, eyes dazed. “That’s it. Use me. God, I needed this—needed you—harder—harder—make me forget I’m a mom—”

He did. Every thrust knocked the air from her lungs, her body jerking against the sink. Her nipples brushed the cold porcelain, tingling from the contrast, her clit swollen and untouched, rubbing slick against her thigh with every slap of their bodies. The sound filled the room—wet, obscene, relentless.

Emily’s voice was wrecked when she moaned again. “Yes—just like that—fuck me like I’m your whore—”

Julio’s grip tightened as he slammed into her, the slap of his hips echoing in the cramped bathroom like the punctuation of a single-minded rhythm, wet and filthy. Emily’s voice broke into moans and cries with every thrust, each one battering her further forward over the sink. Her breasts swung, nipples brushing the cool porcelain edge, teasing her, keeping her on edge.

Her legs were spread wide, knees trembling, feet planted just enough to keep her upright—barely. His cock filled her completely, hitting deep, each stroke rougher than the last, until her voice was little more than a breathy, **** chant of, “Harder—fuck—don’t stop—deeper—right there—yes—oh my God—”

Julio growled behind her, low and feral, sweat dripping from his brow as he bent lower over her back, his chest pressing to her spine. One hand slid up to her shoulder, gripping it like a handle, using it to pull her back into him with each thrust, the other reaching underneath to grope her swaying breast—fingers slick from her sweat, nails scraping gently across the aching peak.

“Slutty little MILF,” he gasped against her ear, his voice ragged. “Bending over like this—letting me fuck you raw while your baby’s outside with my crew—fuck—this pussy’s so wet it’s dripping—”

Emily sobbed a whimpering laugh, caught between ecstasy and disbelief, her body teetering on the edge of something massive. “I haven’t been fucked like this in years—don’t stop, don’t you fucking stop—”

Julio growled again and adjusted his angle, slamming in harder, the new position stroking something devastating inside her. Her entire body jolted with the **** of it, toes curling in her shoes as she shrieked, “*Oh fuck—fuckfuckfuck—right there—yes—!”

Her walls clenched around him, soaking, tight, greedy, and he hissed between his teeth, fucking her through it, her pussy clenching tighter and tighter with every jolt of his hips. His cock was slick with her, their bodies noisy, primal, breath fogging the mirror and skin slapping wet and loud with every brutal drive into her.

She met his thrusts now, slamming herself back, panting, throat raw. “Fill me,” she gasped. “Fucking fill me—I want it—give me your cum—give it to me inside me—!”

Julio’s breath hitched, hands gripping her tighter, and his rhythm broke—

He was close.