I pounded into her, hard and dominant, the kitchen echoing with the slap of skin on skin. Her breasts bounced with each thrust, her walls clenching me like a vice. Sweat slicked our bodies, the air thick with our scents—her floral perfume mixed with sex. I kissed her again, deep and possessive, swallowing her moans as I drove deeper, hitting that spot that made her scream.

She came first, her pussy spasming around my cock, juices flooding as she shuddered, whispering my name like a prayer.

I kept fucking her through it, chasing my own release, but held back, wanting more. Our breaths mingled, bodies locked in this forbidden heat,...