It's easier if you don't think about anyone else. [ Sitting up, she attempts to stand on shaking legs, clutching the edge of the table for support. It aches between her thighs, and her sex is slick and hot. It still throbs from the pounding he'd given it, but she'd be lying if she said she didn't like it.

When she sees that smile of his spread across his face, her first instinct is to punch him. She refrains, of course, but she can't deny that the want is there. That was a smile that was going to visit her dreams for years to come, she figures. ]

Why the hell are you acting like a fucking schoolboy now? You had no problem shoving your cock into me. [ She snorts, bending down to pick up her clothes. ]

... 'Cause what? [ She looks up at him from her bent position, genuinely curious. ]