Bad Lesbian #07 - Scene 2

She fucks like time's already up. January 20, 2017. The way she moves is nothing new—just different tonight. She drags me in hard, like this is the last night anything matters. Hands under her shirt, heat pushing back. She bites my lip like I owe her something. Clothes hit the floor in one fast blur. My fingers sink into her thighs as I lift her. The wall takes the first shove. She gasps, grinning, then locks her ankles behind me like a vice. Her back slaps drywall. Heat slicks between us. Sweat stings. She swears with every push—short, sharp, wet. The room smells like salt, spit, and something darker. Her nails claw my shoulder blades. I drive again. Harder. Her breath cuts. Teeth on skin. Heat coil in the gut, tightening. She rocks back against every thrust like she dares the night to break us apart. She comes yelling—voice cracking—and I follow hard, grinding her to the wall, shaking, heavy breaths filling the space between.