Who's Becky

She finds him. The truth slams her like a fist. He has someone else. Angela slaps his face hard. Markus grabs her wrist. They stare. Her chest heaves. His eyes drop to the swell of her tits, tight in that dress. She knows he’s looking. She wants him to look. The air turns thick. He pulls her in. Their mouths crash. Teeth clash. It’s ugly and hot. He bends her over the table. His belt drops. He spits on his cock and pushes into her ass. She grits her teeth and takes it. Deep. All of it. She claws the wood. He thrusts harder. Every stroke says he owns her and she hates it and she needs it. He reaches around and grabs her tits, squeezes, pulls. She cries out but she doesn’t stop him. She fucks back. Harder. Sweat slides down her spine. He slaps her ass and tells her she’s the one who keeps coming back. She doesn’t answer. She just moans and takes more. When he finishes he stays inside her. They breathe. They know this won’t be the last time.