<strong>Aaron Streiburg<br/>Second floor Bathroom<br/>Fucking Audrey</strong><br/><br/><hr/><br/><div class="floatright">(http://i1180.photobucket.com/albums/x401/callmecapone/77-dress-shirt-tie.jpg)</div>She was tight, gripping, and soaking wet as he slid himself in and out of her. He could feel the heat of their friction as he continued to slide in and out, his crotch slapping loudly into her ass, the bathroom echoing with each clap. His scrotum swung like a pendulum with each thrust, trying to smack at Audrey's flesh.<br/><br/>He knew he should pace himself, possibly slow down, but the sound of her moans, of her hands clawing at the sink as if trying to escape, and the expression of her face reflected in the mirror...it was too much. His member throbbed at it all, never having been in such a place of seeming power before. He reached forward to grab a bundle of her hair at the base of her head, gripping tightly as his free hand slapped at her ass. He yanked her head back a bit before easing her back towards the mirror.<br/><br/>Sweat was already forming back on his brow. He would need another shower after this, he knew. He didn't care, though. He smacked again, adding a red hand print to Audrey's ass as he yanked her hair back again. He started to let out long groans of pleasure, looking into the mirror, his mouth slack jawed. It all felt so good.