"Oh god," Mary whined, relying on him more and more to keep her pinned and upright as her orgasm mounted. Not that she thought Much was going to let go of her, or stop fucking her this hard against the wall. She knew that her arse was going to be covered in scrapes and bruises from the brickwork, but that just seemed like it would be a pleasant discomfort to remember this by tomorrow.
His words were desperate and hungry and they were getting Mary even closer, her hand shaking against herself until she came, dropping her face forward onto his shoulder and riding the crest of the orgasm as Much fucked her.