Thorne's POV.
I lifted Mia off the counter, her legs wrapping tight around my waist, straddling me as I thrust into her, slow and deep, her wet cunt gripping my c**k so hard
I groaned, “s**t. . Yeah.., fuck.”
Her arms clung to my neck, her fingers tangling in my hair, and I slammed her back against the bathroom door, the wood creaking under the force.
My hands gripped her thighs, not just for support but to keep them spread wide, forcing her p***y open for me.
I f****d her harder, rougher, each thrust driving her back into the door, the thuds echoing in the small room.
“Ahhh… yes… yes… f**k!” she screamed, her voice raw, a mix of pain and want, her nails digging into my neck, pulling at my hair.
Her body shook, her t**s bouncing with each brutal thrust, her eyes half-open, dark
