For this WW I’ve had this stuck in my head for a couple of days but I can’t stop having the delusional thought of going to a dive bar and maybe meeting Danny and getting a pic with him and having some flirty banter and then continuing on with your night, trying not to bother him.
But he finds you a couple minutes later and continues the flirty banter despite knowing you’re a fan and one thing leads to another and you end up bent over the bathroom sink getting fucked within an inch of your life 🤠
I mean your top is pulled down around your waist, and your bra cups pulled down so he can reach around and palm your breasts. Your pants are on the floor and your panties are never to be seen again (they’re tucked in his pocket). He’s got one hand braced around the back of your neck, tangled in your hair and the other alternates between holding up one thigh up on the counter, your clit, your breasts, and your lips.
And it’s all you can do to hold on for dear life. When you cum, your vision blacks out and your ears ring, squeezing so tight around him that it sends him over the edge. After he cleans you both up, he gives you a soft smile and a kiss on the forehead. All your left with is the photo from before and the bruises across your hips.