Her mattress groaned under our weight, the springs protesting each thrust as I drove deeper into her from behind.
Mirella’s ass clenched around my c**k, hot and slick, every ridge of her inner walls gripping me like a vise.
I could feel the pulse of her arousal throbbing against my shaft, a wet heat that made my balls tighten with each slap of my hips against her cheeks.
I pulled out just enough to feel the cool air kiss my glistening tip, then slammed back in, hearing her breath hitch in a moan that bordered on a whimper.
Her fingers dug into the sheets, knuckles white, as she pushed back, meeting my thrusts with a hungry rhythm of her own.
The sound of our bodies colliding—skin on skin, the wet squelch of her p***y taking me—filled the room, a primal soundtrack that drove me har
