Hard Passion

[Ma****]

He’s not gentle anymore.
Smack—hard—his hips slam into hers. The sound echoes—like a hand on bare skin. Loud. Wet. Relentless.
She gasps—laughing through it—“Fuck… you’re… you’re gonna bruise me…”
He grins—sweaty, feral—“Good… want you marked…”
Smack. Smack. Smack.
Her ass lifts—meets him—every time. Jiggles. Reddening. She moans—sharp—“Ah! Ah! Fuck…”
Tits clap—wild—against her chest. She grabs them—squeezes—laughs—“They’re… they’re bouncing like crazy…”
He growls—deep—“Let ’em… love watching…”—and thrusts harder.
Smack-smack-smack—
The bedframe groans—metal on wood. Headboard thuds.
She pushes back—hips snapping—smack—smack—smack—
They’re both laughing—breathless, stupid—while he pounds her.

[Ma****]

And when the hips found rhythm, smack-smack-smack in perfect time,
She shut the world out, locked the door, made this moment only mine.
Big tits heaving, sweat and stink, the smell of fuck so thick and raw,
He growled low, she arched and begged—
“Come inside, give me it all.”