Jenny's breasts bounced with every impact, nipples still flushed and sensitive from his earlier attention.
She wrapped her legs around his waist, heels digging into the small of his back, urging him deeper, harder.
Each stroke filled her completely, dragging along every nerve inside her.
The friction was exquisite—hot, slick, overwhelming.
Her moans turned into breathless cries, spilling out with every exhale.
"Yes… oh God, yes… Ross…"
He leaned down, capturing her mouth in a messy, hungry kiss.
Tongues tangled, teeth grazed lips, breaths mingled in sharp gasps.
His hips never faltered, driving into her with increasing force, chasing the same edge she was racing toward.
The pressure built again—faster this time, hotter, more desperate.
Her nails raked down his back; her body arched to meet every thrust.
She could feel him thickening inside her, feel the telltale tension in his muscles.
"Come with me," he growled against her ear.
That was all it took.
