Lena barely made it through the next day without touching herself. The memory of Ryan f*****g her from behind — hard, deep, his hand in her hair and c*m dripping down her thighs — kept her wet and restless. By the time she reached his apartment that evening, her panties were soaked through.
Ryan opened the door and didn’t even say hello. He grabbed her by the waist, pulled her inside, and kicked the door shut. His mouth crashed onto hers in a hungry kiss, tongues sliding wet and messy. He backed her against the wall right there in the hallway.
“Tonight we f**k everywhere,” he growled against her lips. “No bed. I want you in every corner of this place.”
Lena’s heart raced. “Show me. Use me however you want.”
Ryan yanked her dress up and off in one move, leaving her naked except for her
