Her scream was muffled against my shoulder, a high pitched, desperate sound that was instantly followed by a deep, resonant "Ooooh, FFF-f**k me!" as the initial shock gave way to the deep, satisfying stretch.
I didn't wait. The pill had stolen my patience.
I grabbed her hips, crushing her against me with a fierce grip, and began to thrust, deep and hard, a merciless rhythm born of months of frustration and the brutal chemical driving my body.
The laundry room...the most domestic, mundane place in the house...was suddenly the scene of utter, animalistic destruction.
The machine hummed its cycle, and I slammed my body into hers, the sound of skin slapping skin and the sharp, echoing clank of her back hitting the washer punctuated by her increasingly frantic cries.
"Oh! Gregory! CHOKE
