Keep It Down!

Nicole Doshi is vacuuming when Lucas Frost storms in and yanks the plug. He needs quiet for work. She fires back that this is the only slot she has, and if he pitched in like a real roommate she wouldn't be stuck doing everything. He grumbles the timing is always shit. Then she throws his late-night conquests in his face—how those girls moan and pant like they're auditioning for porn. Lucas shoots back that they sound like that because he fucks them senseless. Nicole laughs, calls it fake. He says he can prove it. She says do it. He grabs her by the neck, spins her, and smacks her ass hard. Her top comes open and his hands fill with her big tits, squeezing until her nipples stiffen between his fingers. He pushes her to her knees and shoves his cock down her throat until she gags, spit running down her chin and over those same tits. He flips her, fingers sliding deep between her folds, working her fast and rough until her legs shake. Every time a moan slips out she bites it back, stubborn as hell, but his fingers curl just right and the sounds start pouring anyway. She grips the vacuum hose for balance while he pounds into her, brunette hair sticking to her sweat-slick skin, every thrust punctuated by the wet slap of skin on skin and the messy, involuntary cries she swore she wouldn't give him.