My First Fuck

I tapped my foot on the rug nervously, trying my best not to bite at my finger. I hated coming over to my parent's home. It always felt like I was summoned into some elaborate trap.

Since moving out a few months ago, I'd been trying to avoid this huge, high-ceiling mansion they owned.

Now, I was getting a call from Venita's assistant--yes, my stepmother has her assistant, and no, I had no idea why. Her only job seemed to be spending Dad's money and hopping from one charity gala to another. Then again, I suppose that kind of lifestyle does take some planning.

I shook the thoughts from my head and focused on why I was here in the first place. Venita's assistant had told me that she and Dad would like me to drop by, as though I'd ever say no.

They made it sound polite and casual, but I knew better. It was usually never a good sign when they wanted to see me. There was always some hidden agenda, and now I couldn't even tell what they wanted to see me for.

Part of me still felt terrible, you know? I should love returning to the house I grew up in, even if half the memories felt like they belonged to someone else. I could remember once, Dad told me the chandelier in the foyer was shipped straight from Italy, just for Venita. The old one was beautiful--simple but elegant. This one was grand, intimidating even, with crystals so heavy they could probably knock a person out cold if they ever fell.

The home I had grown up in felt like something straight out of a magazine instead of a real home.

"Oh, June darling. You're here!" Venita's voice rang out, dragging me out of my thoughts as she walked down the gorgeous spiral staircase, her kitten heels making sounds on the marble tile. "And you look like you've gained a bit of weight."

I smiled stiffly as I kissed both her cheeks. "So happy to see you too, Ven."

She chuckled as she sank into a chair. "When are you going to start calling me mom?"

Never.

I tried not to roll my eyes as I looked back at the staircase. "Where's dad?"

Venita's smile widened as she leaned a little closer, her perfectly manicured hand waving off the question with a flippant air. "Oh, he'll be out here in a second. You know, men, you have to give them some time to function after they've been doing all the work," she said as she winked at me.

Why the fuck was she telling me about this?

Sure, Dad and Venita's very active sex life was one of the many reasons why I'd decided to move out. And now, it seemed even more active than ever with me gone.

Venita had no boundaries when dishing out too much information, and I could never quite get used to it. Did she have to make everything sound like it belonged in one of those romance novels she probably hid in her nightstand?

I could feel my cheeks heat up, but Venita didn't notice. I thought of Dad, somewhere upstairs in his robe, probably doing god knows what. The idea that he was getting more action than me was... unsettling, to say the least.

It was more annoying because I thought getting my apartment would mean having multiple men over and even having a roster. But I'd never even kissed this year, and that made me feel like a shrivelled-up virgin.

It wasn't like I was entirely clueless about sex--I mean, I knew the basic concept. I knew it was supposed to be thrilling or romantic or some sort of life-affirming experience.

But for me? I hadn't exactly gotten around to finding out. My experience in that department was embarrassingly theoretical and not for lack of trying. It was just that every time I'd gotten close to taking that next step with someone, I'd freeze.

It had been a problem, or maybe it was just the fact that I was too in my head about it, and I'd never fully taken the leap to lose my virginity.

At twenty-five, it was almost embarrassing telling anyone I was a virgin. Everyone I knew had lost their virginity at eighteen, and here I was, seven years later, and it was still intact.

Venita's voice snapped me out of my thoughts.

"June, honey," she laughed, taking in my deer-in-headlights expression, "you look like you've never heard a little bedroom talk before."

I forced a laugh. "Just... wasn't expecting it from you, that's all."

"You know I love jokes like this."

My cheeks were hurting from plastering on a fake smile. "I know."

Suddenly, dad started walking down the stairs, saving me any further embarrassment. I didn't think I would have survived it if Venita began to give me the nitty gritty of their sex life.

"June. Honey!" Dad said as pulled me into a bear hug.

I chuckled into his robe, and when I remembered what he'd just been doing upstairs, I pulled away awkwardly.

"You look amazing," I said, taking him in.

He'd been dyeing his hair more often now, so there were no longer strands of grey hair amidst the black ones on his head. I had no idea why he was so hell-bent on looking young. I guess that was something Venita and he had in common. They were always going for Botox appointments together and what not.

"You look like you gained a couple of pounds," Dad remarked as he settled beside Venita.

"Yeah, I told her that," she chimed in.

Well, fuck my life. I'd barely been here ten minutes, and I was already reminded why I left in the first place.

"I've been eating late recently," I said.

"You're lucky you have an amazing figure, and you're kind of petite, so it's not really noticeable."

I sighed. "Thanks, I guess."

This was just another evening at the Rice home.

"You can't let yourself go. You know you're still unmarried," Ven started. "As you can see, I've always kept myself fit for your father."

For the millionth time, I tried not to roll my eyes.

Despite my thriving career in engineering, working and managing one of dad's numerous firms, it still felt like nothing I did was enough for them. I'd broken my back ever since I was young to gain their approval in every single way I could, but nothing ever met up to the standards they'd set for me, no matter how hard I tried.

I'd graduated as the best student in my university, left high school with a lot of awards in curricular and extracurricular activities, made a name for myself in the engineering sphere, and still nothing.

No round of applause or a pat on the back.

Only complaints. Every single time. And it was getting exhausting.

"So why did you invite me over?"

Dad frowned, feigning anger. "Do we have to give you a reason for inviting you over?"

Yes.

"We just missed you and wanted to see you," Ven added.

Lies.

I chuckled dryly. "But really, why did you invite me?"

Ven laughed in that fake way she always did, which infuriated me, her eyes sparkling with a strange gleam. "Well, your father and I wanted to talk to you about an... exciting new development." She stretched out each word like this was some special gift, a prize she'd picked out just for me.

I looked from her to dad, scared of what they might say next. "Okay?" I urged them on.

"And we think you'll really like it," dad added.

They gave me that look that I hated with everything in me. I'd been seeing it since I was twelve, the same look that meant, "Here's what we're doing, June." Not a question, never an option.

Always an instruction that was laced up and tied together as if it was something I should be grateful for. It was that look she and dad always had whenever they were ready to dictate every big decision in my life.

Schools, summer programs, what I wore to family events--everything was managed, neatly scripted, with little room for my own voice.

My throat tightened, and my chest felt heavy as Ven began to speak.

"June, darling." I hated it when she called me that. "Your father and I made arrangements for you to marry a Viscount. A very wealthy one from a small town in Europe. Don't worry. I made sure that he wasn't bad-looking because I figured you might be picky given the fact that you've never introduced us to anyone you're seeing. But yes, a marriage. Isn't that wonderful news?"

I could barely register half of what she was saying because my mind was frozen. I was unable to comprehend what exactly she was talking about. Made arrangements? To marry? A Viscount?

They spoke like it was a business deal, and they were securing a nice property or signing me up for another one of those stupid etiquette classes they'd sent me to as a teenager.

This was my life. Marriage and love were the two things I thought I had control over, but apparently, that was not the case at all. They'd taken over the one thing I wanted to decide for myself.

How could they?

"You... you what?" I managed to say when I finally found my voice. I could feel my hands digging into the couch, my pulse racing. "Both of you can't do that. This is my real life. It's not some school I'm going for the summer or competitive dance. This is my real life!"

Dad sighed like I was being unreasonable. "June, we've given you so much freedom. Letting you live on your own was a huge concession. Think about the family. This would be a great merger; we could finally break into and stay relevant in the European market."

I scoffed. Of course, this was all about business to them, nothing more.

"Freedom? I'm twenty-five, and I'm allowed to live on my own." My voice came out in a whisper, half in disbelief and half in rage. I'd never let myself get truly angry with them before, not out loud, at least.

I was always the obedient daughter, the one who nodded along, who kept her own needs tucked away neatly to please them. But now, something inside me snapped.

I couldn't live my life like this any longer with them controlling everything.

"Jana, darling--" Ven started, but I cut her short.

"No! No, I'm not doing it!" I yelled, getting to my feet.

They were sitting too quietly on the couch, taking in all my outbursts without saying a word. It all felt like a trap.

I narrowed my eyes at them. "What are you not saying?"

"The marriage is already signed and sealed. You can't back out even if you want to."

I swallowed, unable to argue anymore. I sank down on the couch dejectedly, knowing they'd won again.

"What do I have to do?" I whispered, looking down at my hands.

***

I reached for yet another glass of champagne--the fifteenth one, at least, maybe more. My hand tightened around the stem as I brought it to my lips, standing in the far corner of the busy reception hall, safely out of view.

Leah, my best friend, was by my side, providing a grounding presence as we watched the dance floor from a distance. I felt numb, and the bubbles fizzed against my tongue, offering only a fleeting distraction from the twist in my chest.

The twist was mainly because it was Eric's, my friend and crush from high school, wedding reception. I felt even more shit now than I did a week ago when I found out I was getting married against my wish.

On the dance floor, he looked perfect. Just like he always had back in high school when I'd been that quiet, awkward girl.

Now, he was married to her. His high school sweetheart, Dani, who'd been... well, let's just say Dani wasn't exactly the warm, welcoming type.

"This is your seventh champagne today," Leah said, eyeing me.

"Oh, you're counting." I rolled my eyes nonchalantly.

"I know the situation is less than ideal, June, but he might turn out to be this gorgeous brooding English man that wants to fuck the living daylights out of you," Leah said with a chuckle.

"Leah!" I reprimanded softly. "You can't say that here."

She frowned at me. "I can't say the word fuck? I'm sure everyone can say it. You're just being a prude."

I pouted, sipping on my champagne. "I'm not."

"Sure you are. Ask Venita what his name is so we can stalk him online already. I just know he's going to be hot. Even though Venita is literally the wicked witch of the west, we both know that she wouldn't shackle you down to an uggo!"

"Uh-huh," I murmured, barely listening to what she was saying.

"I mean, knowing what he looks like will make the entire thing a bit more bearable. June?"

She nudged me on my side, and I snapped back to reality and turned to face her. "What?"

"Oh, my God," she said as she threw her head back and laughed. "You were not even listening to me because you were basically ogling Eric."

I felt my cheeks grow hot. "I was not ogling him!"

"Sure you were not. I'm just saying, though, that it's okay if this stings a little. You've liked him forever, June."

I snorted and took another long sip. "Leah, come on. I don't like him like that. Not anymore."

She raised an eyebrow, her lips tugging into a smirk. "Oh, really? That's why you've been eyeing him all night like you just lost a winning lottery ticket?"

I scoffed, brushing off her comment. "I'm just... shocked. I mean, I didn't expect him to marry her, of all people." The words sounded flimsy, even to me.

"June," Leah pressed gently, reading my silence, "it's okay to admit it hurts."

I opened my mouth to protest, but the words were stuck. She was right.

"It's not fair, you know?" I muttered, more to myself than to Leah. "All these years, I told myself I'd get over him, that one day it wouldn't matter... but here I am, and it still does."

Before Leah could respond, a voice sounded from in front of us. "Hey."

I looked up to see Eric standing there. He was even more handsome up close, and for a second, it felt like the air had been knocked out of my lungs. My grip tightened around my glass, but before I could even think about setting it down, he was already leaning in--his arms wrapping around me in a hug.

He pressed against me, and the champagne glass in my hand toppled over and spilled in front of my light blue dress. The deep red liquid soaked into the dress.

I gasped as the red patch spread around my chest and made its way down to my thigh area. From the corner of my eye, I could see some people watching, even Dani, and I wanted the floor to open up and swallow me.

"Oh, God, June. I'm so sorry!" Eric pulled back, his hand placed awkwardly on my shoulder, not knowing what to do. "Here, let me help."

"Nah, it's fine, really." I tried to wave it off, but before I could finish, he was already ushering me toward the restroom, his hand firm on the small of my back.

I barely had time to shoot Leah a helpless look before he guided me through the crowd, his touch sending shivers down my spine and my entire body.

Inside the restroom, the noise from the reception softened, replaced by the muffled beat of the music and the distant chatter. My heart was pounding because I was in an empty restroom with Eric. He'd even locked the door and mumbled something about privacy, but my brain was loading too slowly to catch that.

He grabbed some paper towels, wetting them a bit in the sink. I stood there awkwardly, staring at my ruined dress, but my heart was pounding from something much stronger than embarrassment.

We were alone in a locked restroom. Together!

He was a married man, and I was not meant to have indecent thoughts right now, but he looked so good. I wondered how big his cock which was hidden in his pants, was.

Focus, June. I chided myself, trying to focus on the issue at hand.

But still, the thoughts of him touching me and maybe even fucking me in this restroom felt completely juicy. I imagined him parting my legs as he sank his huge fingers into my pussy hole. I was already drenched just thinking about it.

"Here," he said, dragging me out of my reverie and making my face heat up. I was glad he couldn't hear what I was thinking about

He gently dabbed the stain on my chest, each tap pressing into my breast and making my nipples harder from the contact. It felt a little bit intentional, but I wasn't going to stop him.

I could feel the heat of his hand just inches from my skin, his fingers steady, almost reverent, as they moved over the delicate fabric.

"Sorry, I didn't mean to make a mess," he said, still tapping and pressing on my breasts. If he continued like this, I was going to come all over my panties.

I shook my head. "It's not your fault. I can be clumsy sometimes."

He raised an eyebrow to look at me, a grin on his face. "You don't seem like the clumsy type to me."

I managed a shaky laugh. "Guess you have that effect on me then," I murmured before I could think, my cheeks heating at the boldness of my own words.

Fuck. Why did I even say that?

Eric paused, his gaze leaving my chest to meet mine.

Ugh, I wanted him so badly it hurt.

His lips curled into a smirk, and he leaned in just a little closer, his breath warm against my cheek.

"Oh, yeah? I didn't know I had that kind of effect on you, June. What other effect do I have on you?"

I felt my breath catch in my throat, and my heart was hammering against my rib cage as he waited for me to respond.

Shy, normal me would deescalate and shut down this conversation as soon as it started, but I had downed a lot of champagne today, and I was going to blame anything I said on the alcohol.

"You--" I swallowed hard, trying to keep my voice steady, but his fingers brushed my collarbone, and it sent a jolt through me. "You were always a distraction. You know that, right?"

He chuckled softly, his fingers drifting lower, following the line of the stain. "I guess I should apologize, but it sounds like you didn't mind too much."

I shivered, biting my lip as he leaned in, his face just inches from mine. His hand was still on my dress as it made its way behind and grabbed my bum.

I gasped.

"Eric..." I whispered, almost breathless.

My panties were completely soaked through, and I could feel my arousal dripping down my legs.

He smirked, his eyes lowering down to my lips, his gaze lingering there just long enough to make my cheeks flush. "You have no idea how long I've wanted to do this," he murmured, his voice thick with desire that made me even more feral with need.

Before I could answer, his lips brushed against mine, soft and searching. The kiss was slow at first like he was testing the waters, but then he leaned in deeper, his hand sliding around to my back, pressing me closer.

I melted against him, my fingers curling into his shirt as his other hand found its way to my waist, pulling me in even tighter.

It built up and became more passionate, more rushed. Maybe it was because we were at his wedding, and he was literally the groom, but whatever it was, it felt very right.

Suddenly, Eric scooped me up from the floor and placed me on the sink counter. My legs wrapped tightly around his waist, the action hiking up my dress as it pooled around my waist.

His lips were still on mine as we both kissed each other passionately. His hand made its way to the side of my dress, pushing it up further. He pushed my wet panties to the side and slid a finger over my opening, tasting my arousal, which made me moan.

"Fuck June, you're so wet for me," he said, making my legs quiver.

We've not even started fucking yet, and my entire body felt like it was on fire with how aroused I was. I wondered what the actual sex would feel like.

He suddenly pulled my panties down so that my bare pussy was pressing against his cock. I instinctively moved up and down, so my pussy dragged against the hard material of his suit, the tension making me moan.

He grabbed my bare thigh and pulled me closer so my body was smack against his. Eric's hands began to move upward until his palm wrapped around my neck, pressing my head to the glass mirror.

He trailed kisses from my lips to my ears. "I want to fuck you, June."

I moaned at his words. "I-I don't know what to do."

He stepped back a bit to look at me. "I don't understand."

I swallowed, feeling the heat rise up to my cheeks. "I'm a virgin."

Eric's eyes widened. "Really?"

I nodded, half expecting him to push me away. Instead, he pressed his lips on mine. "Then follow my lead."

He pressed sloppy kisses on my neck, and my head fell against the mirror. Soft moans and whimpers fell from my lips, and the sounds grew louder and louder as he moved his fingers against my clit, rubbing and pinching.

But even with everything I was feeling, I needed more. I needed to feel more of him. I pushed my hips into Eric.

"Patience, June," he murmured against my lips, his tongue swept in to meet mine. Warm, tingling heat swept through me, urging a kind of eagerness to get into this man's pants I hadn't felt in all of my life.

I slid my hands around his waist and pulled him closer to me. Eric grunted in response, shifting his feet so he could push into me more.

"You're so hot, June. I can't wait to fuck you so hard."

His words sent a shiver down my spine, and I wanted him in me now more than ever.

His hands moved behind my dress, and he unzipped it as he pulled it down. He looked down at my light pink bra and swallowed. Then, he slipped his long fingers into my bra, and I could feel the heat of his skin on mine.

He pulled out my breasts from the bra, taking each of my breasts into his mouth one by one, sucking and nibbling at them.

"Eric!" I cried again as he squeezed one of my breasts.

"You can keep screaming my name, June. I don't care who hears us," he murmured.

That felt so scandalous because anyone could be at the other side of the door listening to us. Even Dani could be wondering where Eric was and might stroll here out of curiosity.

Just the thought of being caught in this position made a cold thrill run down my spine.

Eric kissed his way down my neck and chest, eager to map every inch of my body with his mouth. He closed his mouth again around my nipple and nibbled while he pinched the second one.

"Eric!" I screamed again, a part of me wanting someone to come in and see us. I wanted to feel the thrill of being caught.

"That's a good girl," Eric murmured against my nipple.

Fuck. He knew how to push me over the edge. I was a bit jealous, knowing that this was what Dani was enjoying.

He kissed down my stomach to my thighs, and he pulled my underwear off, exposing my bare, dripping pussy.

"Touch me there, Eric. Please!" I panted, my grip tightening around his hair when he nipped the soft skin of my inner thigh.

My entire pussy was throbbing, and I needed his touch in order to be able to feel a little bit sane again.

"What do you want me to use? My fingers or my mouth."

I whimpered in response, unable to form actual words because my head was scrambled.

"My fingers or my mouth?" he asked again, pinching my clit, which tore a cry out of me.

"Both," I cried. "I just need you to touch me. Please."

Eric did as I begged and spread my legs farther apart as he went in between them like a man starved. He sucked on my swollen clit, licking and sucking until my cries of pleasure rang through the restroom.

I writhed underneath him and bucked, my climax building.

I knew this because I'd spent a better part of my life touching myself in the bathroom. It was the only place I had complete privacy and the only place where I could learn about my body.

Suddenly, Eric buried his tongue inside me, and I threw my head back as it collided with the mirror. The sweet pain rushed through my body and mixed with the horniness I felt.

He kept thrusting in and out of me with his tongue, and then I came all over his face and lips.

Eric waited for my trembles to die down and for me to catch my breath before he licked my clit again. It was slightly sore from all the licking and sucking, and so it felt super sensitive.

"Oh, God. I don't think I can take this anymore, Eric," I moaned.

I'd never had a man or anyone fuck me with their tongue before, and this felt way better than any masturbation I did in the shower. It felt like Eric knew every part of my body and how to touch me in ways that I didn't know were possible.

I let out another moan when he slid two fingers into my tight pussy.

"Fuck, I've never been with anyone this tight before. Imagine how my cock will feel inside your tight, little pussy."

I moaned at his crude words.

He kept his mouth on my clit and slowly worked his way up to the second knuckle of his finger, and when he'd fully pushed them in me, stretching me out, he pulled his fingers out and pushed them back in.

He continued thrusting his fingers in and out of me in fast motions while his tongue stroked and licked my clit. They were all sensations I'd never felt in my life, and I could feel myself nearing orgasm again.

He kept fingering and sucking until I reached the edge and tipped over.

"Eric!" I screamed before coming all over his face and fingers.

He paused so I could catch my breath as he washed off his hands and got ready to fuck me.

The entire thing felt surreal. First, I was sulking about how much I liked Eric and how I never got to be with him, and now, we were locked together in a restroom, getting ready to have sex.

I'll finally stop being a virgin in a couple of minutes, and that felt a little bit scary to me. The only solace I felt was that it was Eric who was going to take my V-card. He was someone I'd liked for a long time, although the situation was less than ideal currently.

"Ready for the main event?" Eric whispered as he stood in front of me.

"I'm scared," I whispered, instantly hating myself for admitting what I felt.

He brushed a strand of my brown hair away from my face and kissed my nose. Somehow, it felt so intimate, but I knew I couldn't ignore the gold band that sat on his finger. He was married, and nothing that happened in this restroom would change that.

"It's okay to be scared. I'll try to be gentle. That's if you don't start begging me to fuck you harder," he said with a smirk.

My face felt hot just by the mere thought of me begging Eric to fuck me harder. It seemed like something that would never happen.

"I don't think that will happen," I let out.

"We shall see," Eric said, and I knew that this was a challenge. And he hated losing.

He pressed his lips to mine and kissed me. I threaded my fingers through his hair and succumbed to the way he pushed his tongue into my mouth and took full control.

Eric's mouth moved over mine, hot and demanding, and I tried to match his passion, but I was so inexperienced compared to him.

I let out a gasp as he moved closer to me and wrapped my legs around his waist, pressing me to him.

I wanted him to take off his clothes badly, but I knew that was not possible.

"I want to touch you," I whispered to him.

He glanced quickly at the door, took off his tux, and then unbuttoned his shirt, but he didn't pull it off him completely. My eyes roamed his body, taking in the hardness of his chest as I ran my fingers through his abs.

He was perfectly sculpted, and again, jealousy washed through me. It should have been me with him right now instead of Dani. I deserved Eric more than she did. But at least I got to do my last hurrah by fucking her husband.

He had broad shoulders, a great chest, defined abs, and a faint dusting of hair that tapered down to...

He'd unzipped his pants now as his cock jutted out in front of me. It was huge and fucking hard. I took hold of it and trailed my index finger up and down the shaft, making him gasp.

With how huge his cock was, I didn't think there was any way he'd fit into my tight pussy. The most I've had in my pussy was his two fingers, and that was about it.

Eric pressed his thumb against my clit, getting me ready as he rubbed it. I moaned as he slowly positioned himself in front of my pussy and began to rub.

"This might hurt a bit because you're unbelievably tight, but it'll feel better almost immediately," he murmured.

I nodded, swallowing.

He pushed with a little bit more force as his cock slipped in a bit, and I winced at the pain of him stretching me out. He pushed again, and he filled me up a little bit more. He did this a couple more times until he was completely inside me.

Eric hissed out a breath but didn't move, which I realized later was his way of making sure I got used to the size of his big cock.

After a couple of seconds, he pulled back and pushed back in, which made me whimper in pain. I could only feel the pain of my pussy being stretched out, but I'd half expected this, given the fact that I was a virgin.

He started going in and out slowly at first and then faster, making my knees buckle. I couldn't think properly as he slammed in and out of me, pounding into my pussy.

Slowly, the pain faded away, and it was instantly replaced by a sharp wave of pleasure I'd never felt before in my life.

"Fuck!" I moaned as Eric slammed in and out of me. "Faster, please!"

His hand closed around my neck. "Look at me," he commanded, and my eyes fluttered open as I watched him slam in and out of my pussy.

It felt so dirty, watching him fuck me in his wedding suit, a gold band around his finger. I wondered if everyone else knew what we were doing. If they knew that Eric was currently fucking the life out of me hours after saying his vows to Dani.

It felt so dirty, but it fuelled me all the more with passion.

"You're married," I moaned.

Eric smirked at me. "So you like fucking married men? You're a dirty little virgin who's a slut!"

I moaned loudly as he wrapped his hand around my waist, pulling me closer to him so his cock was even deeper in my pussy.

The fucking was too intense, and all I wanted was for him to keep going. To push me further and further until I crashed over the cliff of climax.

"Your pussy is so tight, June."

"Then stretch it out, Eric. It's all yours. You're the only man I've ever let fuck me like this."

That seemed to have an effect on him because his eyes snapped shut as he groaned.

"Open your eyes when you're fucking me," I whimpered, and his eyes flew open.

The force of his fucking increased with each word until the last plunge pitched me forward.

"Your pussy is mine!"

With that, we both came crashing down in waves of ecstasy, our come mixing with the other. I came with a sharp cry as I clung onto Eric for dear life.

I never knew what sex for the first time would feel like, but I also never imagined it would be this amazing and passionate in the best way possible. I'd spent a huge chunk of my life missing out on this amazing experience.

And as Eric and I got ready to head back to the reception, I made a personal promise to myself.

I was going to marry the viscount, but before I do that, I will have as much sex as I can before my wedding day.

No rules. No limits. Just hot, raunchy, fucking.