So how fast can we do this?

I'm thinking something like two minutes.

Maybe three if I'm feeling generous.

Walking through the door, pushing you face down into the couch, shoving your skirt up just far enough and driving straight in. That wet sound of me forcing my cock into you while you're still adjusting to the stretch. Pulling you back onto me while I hold on tight and keep you steady. Hard fast strokes that serve exactly one purpose. My hips slamming against your ass while I use you the way I always do. Me climbing to the peak, and you just barely managing to hold on.

And you love this. That's what makes you so special. You love that I walked through the door and had my cock inside you before you finished your sentence. You love feeling how hard I am, how much I leaked just thinking about you. You love being fucked feral, like you're just a warm little rag doll that has to take it while you get thrown around. Because both of us know that the less I care about your pleasure the wetter you get. Every selfish thrust is doing more for you than an hour of foreplay ever could.

You're whining into the cushion and I'm not even listening because a minute has gone by and I know I'm running out of time. I bury myself as deep as I can and that's when you know I'm cumming. Groaning through every pulse while I hold your hips flush against mine. A few heavy ropes and then the rest leaking out around my cock, but I keep grinding through it, spreading the mess around because I want every last drop inside you.

Pulling out. Breathing hard. Giving your ass a little slap.

Thanks baby. Fuck, I needed that.

She truly will be alone lol. If a man cums in you, he owns you, once he puts a ring on your finger you are then legal property, like ladies, we practically take their last name. WE ARE THEIRS.