Our bodies slammed together with bruising force, chests heaving, sweat already slicking our skin. 

This wasn’t love. It was war—raw, unrelenting. 

It was every year stolen from us, every lie shoved down our throats, every drop of pain that had rotted between us over time. We channeled it all into the brutal clash, the frantic grind of flesh on flesh, the desperate way we fucked like we were trying to destroy each other.

He thrust into me with one brutal, deep stroke, his thick cock stretching my pussy wide and filling me completely. It stole my breath, the sudden invasion rough and claiming. No gentleness here—just pure taking. I cried...