Passion Diaries - Episode 3

She pressed her hips back and took him to the hilt. One slow, greedy roll that made her breath catch. He gripped her waist, fingers digging into soft flesh as he pulled her deeper, watching the way her back arched under the low light. She rocked again, tighter this time, and the wet slide of her cunt around him pulled a low sound from his throat. He didn’t rush. He let her set the pace—grinding, lifting, sinking down again—until her thighs shook and the only sound in the room was the slap of skin meeting skin. When he finally flipped her onto her back, she spread for him without hesitation. He drove in hard. She took every thrust like she’d been waiting for it all night, nails raking down his spine, legs locked around his waist. They fucked like the rest of the world had already vanished.