Clementine can dig bruises. She is, in fact, likely bruising the back of Tommy's head by now. The hand that isn't maintaining a death grip on his hair scrambles over his bare skin, trying to tease and stroke anything she can lay her hands on. It finally finds purchase upon his ass, which is grabbed as hard as she possibly can as Tommy thrusts his cock into her.


And then he's moving, forcing out words and sounds and breathless moans. "Oh shit - yes," she hisses, nails scraping down his neck and all the way down to meet the one pressing into his ass. Her knees come up, thighs locking around his hips as she arches into his thrust, her hips writhing against the couch. Then Clem angles her head, kisses his earlobe and whispers, "so warm and big, baby." It's porn star lingo, she knows it, but it feels right.