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“It is mine right now. Belongs to me. I own it.” I lifted almost all off, letting the head slip free. The sensation of emptiness was sharp, sudden, and I dropped back down hard. “And I’m going to use it. I’m going to wreck it.”I set the rhythm with pure greed, rising high enough that the head nearly slipped free, then slammed back down so deep it punched moan out of both. My boobs bounced under the loose top. The fabric was catching on my nipples every time I moved. The friction was sharp, pleasurable. His hands slid up under it, with his rough palms finding my boobs. covering them , squeezing hard, letting his thumb drag over the tight peak. The sensation made me arch into his touch, and I rode him harder. My hips were snapping down with more force.The seat creaked under us. The leather was groaning. My thighs burned, and my muscles were screaming from effort. Slick ran down my pussy, and soaked the front of his shorts, and they ran down to the leather beneath u

He drove back into my pussy in one thick, punishing thrust that forced a broken cry out of my throat. The back seat creaked hard under us. My legs were locked high around his waist, and my ankles were crossed at the small of his back, the last scrap of my jeans still tangled uselessly around one ankle.His dick filled me completely; stretching me wider as I took every inch like I was starving for it.“Fuck—yes—just like that—”He didn’t ease in. He set a crazy pace and every time his thrust bottomed out against my cervix, and every withdrawal dragged the thick head of him over that swollen.His hands braced on either side of my head, caging me in. His shirt was still on, open at the collar, damp with sweat, and his shorts were shoved just low enough. He looked down between us and watched his cock disappear into my pussy over and over. My pussy clenched hard around his dick, and watched his jaw flex.The car rocked. My boobs bounced hard. I reached up and grabbed the back of the front

We only make it to the landing.That is as far as we get.I do not know who stops first. It does not matter. One of us slows and the other answers and then his hands are on my waist, turning me, and I am facing him on the landing at the top of the stairs with the whole empty house below us. His lips fell on mine before either of us spoke. I kiss him back hard, with both my hands on his face, and my fingers in his hair. His shirt was the only thing I was wearing. The hem rides up under his hands as he grips my ass and pulls my body against him. I could feel how hard he already is through the jeans he barely bothered to button. The thick ridge of his cock presses against my bare stomach and I make a sound into his mouth that is pure need.He walks me backward until my back hits the wall. His weight pins me there, and one of his thighs shoves between mine and I grind down on it without shame, already wet again. His mouth moves to my throat, then the soft place under my ear, then back to

We were right there.Both of us.I was riding him hard on the stairs. My knees braced on the steps, and his dick was buried so deep I felt very full as I kept moving down his dick.The wet slap of my ass against his thighs echoes through the stairwell, filthy and continuous. Slick runs down over his cock and soaks the front of his open jeans. My hands were in his hair, gripping them tight, and his hands were on my waist, with my fingers digging bruises into my skin as he thrusts up to meet me. The banister was beside us, and the afternoon light from the high window on the landing paints gold across his shoulder.His eyes were open, open and fixed on me.I watched his face, as he kept looking at me. There was nothing left between us, no careful version, no quiet, just the raw, synchronized heat of two people who have learned every signal, every shift, every tell, and have run out of things to hide.“Fuck…” His groaned, and his voice was so fucking wrecked. It was low, and it hit me in