Domestic Filth Advisory. Close Quarters, #4

Evan and Lena didn't just build a marriage. They built a machine - and every room in the house is a moving part. The bathroom is a sauna where his cock presses slick against her thigh and the air gets thick enough to choke on. The bedroom is where a hairbrush becomes a weapon, bristles snagging knots and strands snapping free while her moans tear out guttural and raw. Flash sections punctuate the longer scenes: waking as an act of possession, her fingers flexing for the snap and crack, a climax that hits like a freight train and soaks them both.
By the end her hair is a messy crown from a fuck spree and the city is lighting up outside the window like nothing happened at all.