Naomi's Pov
He didn’t wait. Lifting one of my legs, he had my knee hanging over his arm. As we both stood there, he bent into me and pushed his c**k in the middle of my p***y. It went so far—reaching a spark that made me scream at first.
“Ben! Hold on!”
That angle was perfect, but he was pounding me so that the beats on my chest were banging against the wall.
“Oh gosh…! Ben!” I moaned.
“Hold it in, nasty girl… hold it in!” he said. “Don’t shake.”
He began to f**k me roughly with speed. On one leg, he stood sideways, and was holding me with a kind of manly force. Each stroke was a thrust bang. I could hear him breathing heavily and making his suit cloth rub against each other.
The s*x was a hardcore. I felt like a doll in his hands.
“It is sweet,” Ben said, staring at the counter
