Every thrust made Jennifer gasp and whimper, the rhythm of their bodies syncing in a frenzy of lust.
Her nails dug into the tree, leaving faint scratches in the rough bark, while her hips moved instinctively to meet him, pushing him deeper.
Ross groaned with each motion, his hands gripping her waist, controlling yet hungry, marking a rhythm that was all his own.
Jennifer's mind began to blur, caught between waves of ecstasy and exhaustion.
The air around them was thick with heat and the scent of their bodies pressed together.
She felt herself trembling under him, completely consumed by the intensity of their union, yet craving every moment, every movement, every hard thrust.
Ross leaned close, his lips brushing her ear, his voice a low, commanding growl.
"You like that, don't you?"
