she’s bent at the waist, barely standing, legs spread and shaking, heels slipping on the floor like her body’s given up trying to hold itself up. her butch has her locked in, one arm banded tight around her waist, dragging her back flush against him, holding her bent over his arm like a ragdoll. her top’s yanked down and twisted, tits out and bouncing, skirt shoved up high, panties ripped in half and hanging like they never mattered all whilst his fingers are slamming into her. the kind of rough and ruthless fucking that makes her knees knock and her spine curl. wet, obscene sounds echo with every thrust, her ass clapping back with each bounce, drool dripping down her chin, cunt stretched and dripping down his hand. she’s choking on her mewls, mouth open, eyes rolling, arms flailing for something to hold that isn’t there. she’s looks and sounds wrecked. loud, soaked, shaking - and he’s right behind her, eyes locked on the way her body bucks and folds for him. grip like iron around her waist, fingers still pounding her cunt like he’s trying to break her open. no, she’s not going anywhere. just his filthy little whore, bent over and falling apart, coming all over his hand like she was made to be ruined like this - standing, spread, and owned.
