POE120 – New York to Toronto

She’s fucking me hard enough the red handles of the drawers are bruising my back, the loose screw on the cabinet digging scratches across my scalp. I’d yell, but she’s got her hand clamped over my mouth to keep me quiet, told me to listen for the Velcro of the curtains releasing. She’ll take care of the rest, she whispered, she’ll take care of me. She pulls her fingers out of my cunt, pinches my clit and twists until I bite her palm.