Netskirts #08

He pinned her against the cold concrete wall of the abandoned building, his hand crushing her throat while the other ripped her shirt open. December cold stung her nipples through the thin bra. She could taste metal in her mouth from where she'd bitten her lip. His fingers dug into her thigh, forcing her legs apart as he worked at his belt with the other hand. She heard the teeth of his zipper and felt his cock press hot against her stomach through his jeans. When he pushed inside her without warning, she gasped, the stretch burning, her cunt slick despite everything. He fucked her in short brutal thrusts, each one driving her shoulders into the rough brick. Her back scraped raw with every slam. Sweat ran down his neck and dripped onto her chest. She wrapped her legs around his hips, heels digging into the back of his thighs, pulling him deeper. He bit her earlobe hard enough to draw blood, and she came with a choked sound against his shoulder, her nails scoring lines down his back.