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Gripping her tight, I rear back like a primitive male in the wild populating his herd. It’s a fast, furious fucking that has her screaming her pleasure as my mushroom tip beats her G-spot savagely over and over.

The vibration from the instruments move through the wall, thrumming through my body down to my dick.

“Oh, God. You feel that, too?” She shudders feeling that deep bass vibrate through the wall straight to her clit.

My response a grunt, I nip her neck, pushing her harder against the wall fucking her to the beat of the band blaring on the other side.

“I love you,” she pants, biting my shoulder.

“Not as much as I love you.” I rasp, surging in one last time. Shuddering, I hold still, unloading my seed in waves of ecstasy. Eyes closed, groaning, my hips continue to rock; my cock can’t get enough. She feels so good.

Feeling her gaze on me, my eyes open. “What? Was I too rough?”

“No. I love watching you come. Your “O” face is so hot. Your brow furrows, the skin on your cheeks get tight, and you bite your lip while jerking into me; then I feel you spurting inside.”

“Fuck. I’m getting hard again.” I slip out, turning her around. With her hair wrapped around one wrist, my other hand slaps her ass before I use it to guide myself back in. I stop myself from coming at least five times, wanting to make it last. My gut telling me our fight’s not over yet. She moans, tits bouncing to the beat of my cock; the band plays on, drowning our shouts when we come, collapsing on the floor in a tangle of sweat and ecstasy.

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