Grab her by the wrist and drag her to his room to fuck her

He yanks her off the couch, fingers digging into her wrist, no words—just heat. Her laugh turns sharp as he shoves the door shut. She’s still texting, still smirking—until he flips her over, pants down, and sinks in deep. No foreplay, no mercy. Just her gasping, ‘Damn, you got that vergota ready?’ He answers with a slap and a sentones grind. She’s his now. Tinder match? Nah. This is what happens when the morrita thinks she’s in control.