I Press You Against The Bathroom Door, My Hand Slipping Under Your Clothes, Spreading You Open, Feeling

I press you against the bathroom door, my hand slipping under your clothes, spreading you open, feeling how fucking wet you are just from the way I’ve been teasing you all night. “God, you love this,” I murmur against your neck, rolling my hips against you, making you gasp. “You love being my little plaything, letting me take you whenever I want.”

I slide two fingers inside, feeling the way you clench around them, the way you have to bite your lip to keep from making too much noise. “That’s it, sweetheart,” I praise, my other hand covering your mouth, muffling the desperate sounds slipping from your lips. “Be good for me. Let me fuck you right here, right now.”