Ross started slow and deep in missionary, pinning her wrists above her head with one hand while the other roamed her body, teasing nipples, stroking her clit, tracing the sweat-slick curve of her waist.
Her legs were spread impossibly wide, ankles hooked over his shoulders as he folded her in half and drove downward in long, grinding strokes that dragged the head of his cock over every sensitive ridge inside her.
He flipped her onto her stomach next, pressing her chest flat into the mattress while lifting her hips just enough to slam into her from behind.
The angle was devastating—each thrust hit depths that made her sob into the pillow, her fingers clawing desperately at the sheets.
He tangled a fist in her hair and pulled her head back, forcing her to arch, forcing every raw moan and plea out into the open air where he could drink them in.
