Porrim's more than happy to let him take out all his pent up frustration on her. To be his outlet. To let him fuck her as hard as he needs to, since she is getting something out of it, too, after all. And he doesn't disappoint. The way he exclaims like that sends thrills down her spine where it arches against the cold metal of the bathroom door, and her head thumps backward against it a moment later.

"Yeah," she breathes out, encouragingly, as he starts to thrust. His lips on her neck are a shade away from perfect, and it's far too easy to let herself get lost in this. "Come on, baby," she finds herself moaning, completely without irony, her fingernails digging into his back through his shirt.