We pick up tempo as we go. Each stroke a little faster, a little harder, a little deeper than the last. Her body gives way to draw me in. My c**k gets harder. Our breath comes faster.
Her breasts bounce in front of my face, so I let go of her hips to snare one in each hand and run a teasing thumb across the hard peaks of her n*****s. Her eyes roll back in her head at the added sensation.
“Harder,” I growl, slapping her ass harder. “Harder.”
“Yeah, Isaak,” she moans. “Yeah, right there, right f*****g there…”
The air is slick with heat. Moisture rolls off my body. Same as hers. I watch the little beads of condensation form along her breasts as I thrust up into her from below.
She cries out wordlessly, her hair flying wildly around her face.
In one particularly violent thrust, her hazy
