The warmth of Elizabeth's bedroom wrapped around us like a heavy blanket, the air thick with the musky scent of sweat and sex. The single table lamp cast a soft, golden glow, painting our naked bodies in warm light as we sprawled across her tangled sheets.
Clara lay in the center, her thighs spread wide, her dark hair fanned out on the pillow, her face flushed a deep red. I knelt between her legs, my hands gripping her hips as I slammed my dick into her pussy, each thrust sending a jolt through her body.
"Ahh… ahh… ahh…" Clara moaned, her voice high and shaky, her legs trembling under my hands. Her pussy was tight, gripping me like a vise, making every thrust feel like I was sinking into something perfect.
"Arghhh, Clara, your pussy's so tight," I groaned, my hips snapping forward, the wet slap of our bodies echoing in the room. My fingers dug into her soft skin, holding her steady as I found a rhythm, each thrust deeper than the last.
