The bedroom door was locked, but the music from the living room downstairs still thumped through the walls. Jake and I had slipped away from the party twenty minutes ago, laughing and tipsy, hands already under each other's clothes before we even made it up the stairs. Now I was on my back in the middle of his bed, legs wrapped around his waist, ankles locked behind him while he f****d me.
Every thrust pushed a moan out of me. His c**k filled me perfectly, thick enough to stretch me wide and long enough to hit that spot that made my toes curl. I could feel every inch sliding out, then slamming back in, the wet slap of our bodies loud in the small room. My p***y was soaked, gripping him tight, pulling him deeper with every stroke.
"Harder," I gasped, nails digging into his shoulders. "f**
