Thursday Night The headboard thudded rhythmically against the wall. The man on top of me, Steve, I think? Grunted in time with his efforts. “Yeah, you like that, don’t you? You like that dick in your little hole, don’t you?” With his face against my neck, sweating on my face, he couldn’t see me roll my eyes. “Yeah, baby, I like that.” I used my best porn star moan and tried to angle my hips to get better friction, penetra...