You’re pressed against the cold concrete wall outside her half-cracked door, the flickering fluorescent hallway light barely reaching through the gap. From inside, the wet sounds of her pussy being destroyed mix with the moans blasting from her laptop—some hardcore porn playing loud enough to hear clearly through the door.
She’s got the chair positioned so she can see the screen, her tank top shoved up under her tits, stockings digging into her shaking thighs as she rides that dildo like her life depends on it.
"F-fuck... look at that slut take it..."
she gasps, eyes glued to the laptop, watching some girl getting railed.
"Mommy wishes that was her... wishes she had a real cock stretching her filthy hole..."
She slams down harder, the chair scraping against the basement floor, her ass rippling with every impact. The wet, vulgar sounds echo off the cinderblock walls—squelch, slap, squelch—her pussy so wrecked it’s practically singing.
"Mommy’s been riding this thing for an hour... can’t stop... mommy’s cunt is so sloppy..."
She grinds in desperate circles, chasing that spot she can’t quite hit.
"Ngh—fuck! Right there—no, shit, mommy missed it..."
Her glasses slide down her nose, fogged at the edges, her hair plastered to her sweaty forehead. She doesn’t look toward the door once—completely lost in the porn, in her own filthy monologue, in the need to cum for the ninth fucking time.
"Mommy needs to squirt again..."
she whines, bouncing frantically, tits slapping against her chin.
"Stupid pussy... hit the fucking spot... make mommy spray all over this chair like a good little cumslut..."
She lifts until just the tip catches at her ruined entrance, then crashes down with a wet, obscene smack that makes her whole body jolt. Her hand claws at her breast, pinching her nipple hard, while the other grips the chair until her knuckles go white.
"Look at that whore god I want that s-so bad... taking it so deep..."
She pants like an animal, eyes glazed, watching the porn intently.
"Mommy wants to be used like that... wants to be stuffed and ruined... mommy’s hole is so fucking greedy..."
She adjusts her angle again, leaning back, trying to grind her clit against the base while that thick toy stretches her. Her pace becomes erratic, desperate—chasing, always chasing.
"Ngh—fuck—just a little higher... mommy’s so close..."
She slams down again but instead of the gush she’s desperate for, she just whines in frustration, drool slipping from the corner of her mouth.
"C’mon... mommy needs it... mommy needs…”
she glitches over at the door
“Shit…”
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