Passion Diaries - Episode 7

He pushes her onto the silk sheets. Her knees buckle. Hands grip her hips and spread her wide. The first thrust slides in deep. She gasps—sharp, raw. He moves steady at first, then harder, chasing that wet sound each time he bottoms out. She arches, nails dragging down his back, heels digging into the mattress for purchase. Sweat glistens between her breasts as he leans down to bite her shoulder. The sheets catch every moan, every slick slap of skin meeting skin. He slows just enough to make her beg, then slams back in until the headboard knocks the wall. She comes first, clenching tight around him. He follows seconds later, breath ragged against her throat, hips jerking through the aftershocks.