Sextreme Makeover - Episode 4

He carried that quiet into the bedroom like a second skin. Eyes down, shoulders curled, the same man who could barely hold your gaze at dinner. Then Nina Hartley's voice slipped through the speakers and something switched over. His hand landed on my hip, thumb digging in. I felt his breath change against my neck before he pushed me face down on the sheets, knees spread, ass up. He worked two fingers inside me without asking, slow at first, then curling until my thighs shook. I heard him breathe the word "good" like it tasted new. When he sank his cock in, he didn't ease—he drove, one hand fisted in my hair, the other pinning my wrist to the small of my back. Every stroke was thick and deliberate. Sweat slid down my spine; he followed it with his tongue and kept moving. The shy guy had left the room. The one left behind fucked like he already knew every sound I was going to make.