Her eyes fly open in surprise as you reach for the beer bottle, but she doesn't resist as you guide it to her tight opening. With a sharp intake of breath, she arches her back again, presenting herself willingly for your rough treatment. Her hands claw at the couch, nails digging into the soft leather as pleasure coursing through her in waves from this new and unexpected sensation. "Yes," she moans, her voice strained and desperate. "Fuck me with that."