The bed creaked under our weight as I pressed my chest flat against Lara's back, hips snapping forward in short, relentless thrusts. My arms caged her in—one hand planted beside her head on the mattress, the other wrapped around her waist, fingers splayed across her soft stomach. Sweat slicked every inch of skin where we touched. The dim white light caught the sheen on her shoulders and the small of her back.
"Ohh yeah baby…" I moaned low against her ear, voice rough and thick. Each thrust drove me deep, the wet slap of our bodies loud in the quiet room.
"Ahh… ahh… yes!" Lara gasped, twisting her head to the side so she could catch my mouth. Our lips met in a messy, open kiss—tongues sliding, teeth bumping—while I kept pounding into her. She was shaking already, teetering right on the edge again, pussy fluttering and squeezing around me like she never wanted to let go.
