The girl I met on x

A brutal fight breaks out between us, fueled by the passion we can't contain. She scratches at my skin, bites into my neck, moaning as our bodies intertwine in a violent dance. I tear off her clothes, eager to feel her naked against me. She punches me in the gut, but it only makes me harder. We roll around on the floor, panting heavy breaths into each other's mouths. And then, our eyes locked onto each other's, we finally give in to the primal urges consuming us both. The girl I met on x becomes a savage beast, clawing at my back, her nails drawing blood. I lift her up, slamming her down hard onto the floor, hearing the air rush out of her lungs. And then, without warning, she impales herself on my throbbing member, moaning loudly as we begin our passionate intercourse in a dark alley, our bodies moving rhythmically under the dim streetlights while we ignore the noises of passing cars and pedestrians nearby.