Feel herself

Maggie, a petite, curvy college student with fiery red hair and emerald green eyes, sat in the dimly lit corner booth of the seedy bar. Her heart raced as she watched him enter through the heavy, black doors. He was a tall, muscular man with jagged scars marring his chiseled features. His piercing blue eyes locked onto hers, and Maggie felt an electric current run through her body.

"What's a beautiful girl like you doing in a place like this?" he asked, his voice deep and rough. Maggie felt her core tighten as she licked her lips in response.

Without a word, they left the bar and headed toward the deserted parking lot. The cool night air sent shivers down Maggie's spine, but she was eager for what was to come. He pressed her against the cold metal of an old car, his large hands roaming her body. Maggie moaned as his lips claimed hers in a bruising kiss.

He lifted her skirt, exposing her bare thighs. Maggie's heart pounded in her chest as she felt his rough fingers trail up her inner leg. His breath hot against her ear, he growled, "You want this, don't you?"

Maggie nodded, unable to speak as his thick fingers slipped inside her. She gasped as he began to finger her roughly, the rough edge of his nails scraping against her sensitive flesh. He pulled away, revealing a condom and a small vial of lubricant.

"Baby, we're gonna fuck like animals," he said, his voice low and gravelly. Maggie trembled with anticipation as he positioned himself behind her. She felt the head of his cock press against her entrance, and she pushed back, taking him in inch by inch.

Their bodies collided, their breaths heavy with desire. He began to thrust into her roughly, each stroke harder than the last. Maggie clawed at the car, her moans muffled by his rough kisses. Her nipples were hard peaks under his callused palms, and she felt a fire building deep within her.

He reached around to her clit, his fingers circling and rubbing in time with his thrusts. Maggie's body began to tremble, her orgasm crashing over her like a wave. Her eyes rolled back as she came, her walls milking him of every last drop.

They collapsed onto the hood of the car, panting and spent. He pulled out and discarded the condom before leaning in for another bruising kiss. Maggie wrapped her arms around his neck, their breaths mingling in the cool night air.

As they dressed, he whispered in her ear, "We'll do it again sometime, but next time we won't need a place like this." With that, he walked away, leaving Maggie to wonder what other rough edges of desire awaited her.

Back in her dorm room, Maggie couldn't stop thinking about the rough edge of his desire. She ran her fingers over her own scars, memories of past pains mixing with the new ones. She closed her eyes and imagined his large hands on her body again. Her heart raced as she slipped a vibrator between her legs, imagining it was him.

She set the vibe to its highest setting and let herself be taken by the rough edge of her own desire, lost in the raw, exhilarating pleasure.