“Fuck... s**t,” Anthony’s voice broke into a thick slur. Anna set the pace, the rhythmic, wet friction of her body against his filling the quiet room. He reached up, his large hands anchoring onto her hips to steady her. “Keep your eyes on me,” he grunted, his fingers digging into her skin to guide her movement.
“f**k, baby,” he groaned. His grip tightened, pulling her down firmly to bottom out against him. “You’re so f*****g tight... Anna.” The words tumbled out, heavy with the weight of the pleasure hitting him.
Anna grinned down at him, her chest heaving. She raked her nails lightly over his pectoral muscles, leaving faint red tracks that made him twitch deep inside her. “You like that? Watching me take what’s mine?” She shifted, rolling her hips in a slow, punishing circle. She groun
