Don't Be Rough!

Jean Bardot has Emily Parker under her tonight and doesn’t bother easing in. She lines up, grabs hip, and drives forward in one smooth thrust. Emily gasps, then lets slip a few shaky pleas, soft and half-formed. Jean hears them. She doesn’t slow. She goes harder, using the girl’s tight little hole like she owns it, snapping her hips until the bedsprings creak in rhythm. Tears start at the corner of Emily’s eyes, yet her body keeps clenching back, soaked and greedy. Jean smiles at that contradiction, grips Emily’s hair, pulls her head back and pushes deeper each time. Every mercy word the smaller woman utters meets another unmerciful stroke, the wet slap echoing off the walls. The rhythm stays punishing, and Jean holds steady, almost tender in her cruelty, until Emily’s protests dissolve into broken moans.