Claire
I did, and he thrust me around and bent over the bench in one swift movement, and dropped me face down onto the bench. My skirt was pulled up around my waist, and my panties were shoved out of the way. His thick c**k was against my p***y.
“Are you sure about this?" he whispered, his hands gripping my hips. “Tell me to stop…”
“Stop talking and just f**k me,” I shouted at him.
With one hard thrust, he buried himself inside me, stretching me wide, filling me completely. I cried out, my fingers clawing at the bench.
“f**k…you are… You are… ahhh… sooo tighttt,” he groaned, his hips moving forward, thrusting deep inside me. The bench creaked under us, the sound of our skin slapping echoing off the tile walls. “Take it…Claire…Take my c**k like a good slut...”
“Yes… harder…” I begged,
