My cock slid in and out of her pussy with a slick, relentless rhythm, each stroke drawing up hotter, wetter sensations that pooled between us. The bed sounded alive with the sound of soft slaps, wet whispers, and the little splash of water clinging to skin... every noise echoing in the room like its own music. Her waist fit under my hands like it had been carved for me. It was a perfect, yielding curve that rolled and flexed with each thrust, warm and trembling beneath my touch.
"Ahhh, ahngh, ahhh…~ Hnghh, ahhh…!"
Her moans spilled out ragged and breathy. I felt her pussy clamp and loosen around me, each contraction a tiny, electric surprise that sent heat straight through my shaft. Her muscles twitched, mapping my length with small, urgent spasms, trying to draw me deeper every time I pulled back and then slammed forward. The pressure built, close and precise, like a vice that knew all my weaknesses.
