Madness took them. Nash hauled her off the sofa, her legs still locked around him.
He carried her, still impaled on his rock hard cock across the room. Her back slammed against the wall, the impact jarring them both.
He fucked her there, standing, her feet dangling, her nails raking his scalp.
"Deeper!" she hurried, her voice a feral growl. "Make me feel it!"
He obeyed, lifting her higher, driving up into her with brutal force. Her head lolled back, banging against the wall, but she didn't care. Her hands clutched his shoulders, her body bouncing on his cock, taking every inch.
The room spun, wall, floor, ceiling, a flow of motion and sensation.
They stumbled, collapsing onto the thick rug in a tangle of limbs. Nash rolled her beneath him, her ass in the air.
He entered her from behind, one hand fisted in her hair, the other gripping her hip hard enough to bruise.
The new angle made her gasp; his cock scraped over her front wall with delicious friction.
