Andy San Dimas

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Andi San Dimas. That's the name on her ID. Everyone calls her Andi. She grabs my belt and yanks me into the dark utility room, lips already finding mine. The door clicks. She presses her back to the wall and pulls her shirt over her head. Black lace bra. Hard nipples. My hands are on them before I even think. She moans, low and dirty, and reaches for my zipper. I tug her skirt up. No panties. Just heat and wet. She wraps her fingers around me and strokes once, twice, then guides me in. I thrust hard. She bites my shoulder to stay quiet. Her nails dig into my back. Every time I slam forward the shelves rattle behind her. She lifts one leg, hooks it around my hip. I go deeper. Her breath stutters. Sweat rolls down her spine. She clenches, pulls me in tighter. We move faster, rough, desperate. Her teeth scrape my neck. I cover her mouth with my hand when she comes. She shakes, legs trembling. I keep going until my knees almost give out. We stay pressed together, breathing like we just ran through fire. Then she smiles, pulls her shirt back on, and walks out like nothing happened.

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