He picked up the escort on the street and fucked her raw in the backyard

Midnight, quiet suburb, only crickets and a single floodlight. He pulls the car into the driveway, she’s already out of the tiny dress, heels clicking on the patio stones. He slams her against the garden table, bends her over, yanks the thong aside and buries his cock in one brutal thrust. She screams into the night, palms flat on cold wood, ass rippling with every slam. He grabs her hair like reins, pounds harder, table scraping across concrete. Neighbors’ windows dark, but she doesn’t care, moaning loud enough to wake the block. He spins her, lifts her onto the table edge, legs over his shoulders and drills deeper, tits bouncing free under the moonlight. She cums hard, nails digging into his arms, pussy gushing. He pulls out at the last second and blasts thick ropes across her stomach and tits while she gasps, cum glistening under the floodlight. She licks a drop off her finger, smirks, still shaking.