Lulu

She thrashes hard when the Violator pushes inside. Nothing soft about it. He fucks like he means to wreck her and she gets every inch, the full weight of it. She kicks and tries to crawl off the table but he slams her belly down on the green felt and keeps her there. The pool balls clack and roll. He doesn’t pause, doesn’t ease up, just takes her from behind then flips her on her back, legs wide, taking her deeper. She comes hard, then again, the machine still pounding. Her black hair sticks to her sweat-slick skin. Every thrust pushes the air out of her. She can’t get away and he won’t let her. By the time he’s done she’s shaking, dripping, and marked by every stroke he gave her.