Elevator Anal

Summer struts across town wearing nothing but red and trouble. The minute she's inside that apartment building her heels hit the stairs two at a time. Milan's already leaned against the railing, zipper half down, dick half hard. One shared look and they don't bother pretending they came to talk. She yanks her panties aside while he lines up and slams in like they’ve been waiting all week. The echo of skin on skin bounces off the walls; they laugh, swear, shove and rut. Caught breath turns to quick, rough grunts every time her ass slaps against him. The stairwell won’t cut it, so they stagger into the old elevator, doors barely closed before he’s balls-deep again, fucking her against the mirrored wall hard enough to jolt the lights. She braces, he pumps, sweat drips, the car rocks like it might stall. They don’t stop until his load paints red lace, dripping off her thighs as the doors finally ding open on their floor.