Oliver and Isolde lost in their passionate exchange, the room filled with the heat of their intimacy. Oliver's thrusts grew more urgent, his hands gripping Isolde's hips as he drove into her, each movement a testament to his declaration of love. Her legs tightened around him, pulling him deeper, her moans filling the air as her petite frame trembled beneath him. "Fuck, Oliver—yes, harder," she gasped, her nails raking down his back, leaving red trails on his skin.
He obliged, pounding into her shaved pussy with relentless force, the wet slap of their bodies echoing. "You feel so goddamn tight," he growled, leaning down to suck a nipple into his mouth, biting gently as she arched into him. Her busty tits bounced with each thrust, and he alternated between them, sucking and teasing until she was writhing, her climax building fast.
