They fucked her ass the same day she met him in the club bathroom

She walked in to fix her lipstick—left with her ass on fire. He didn’t ask, didn’t wait. Just yanked her jeans down, shoved his vergota in before the stall door even clicked shut. Morrita moaned loud enough for the whole club to hear. No foreplay, no mercy—just raw, dirty, perrito-style pounding while the bass dropped. She came screaming into her own fist. Next day? She slid into his DMs: ‘When we do it again?’