Kate Gold
Her skin took on that gold-dust glow in low light, the way honey catches in a jar. Katie moved with purpose—hips rolling slow, then snapping forward, riding him like she owned every inch. Sweat beaded at her collarbone, slipped between her breasts. She reached down, fingers splayed across his stomach for balance, and took him deeper until her breath caught. He grabbed her waist, thumbs pressing hard enough to mark. The rhythm turned ragged. She clenched, milked him with each stroke, thighs quivering. He arched up, driving into her from below, the slap of skin sharp in the half-dark. Her mouth fell open. A low, dirty sound escaped—half laugh, half moan. When she came, it rolled through her in a clean, violent wave, back bowing, nails digging crescents into his chest.
Kate Gold
Her skin took on that gold-dust glow in low light, the way honey catches in a jar. Katie moved with purpose—hips rolling slow, then snapping forward, riding him like she owned every inch. Sweat beaded at her collarbone, slipped between her breasts. She reached down, fingers splayed across his stomach for balance, and took him deeper until her breath caught. He grabbed her waist, thumbs pressing hard enough to mark. The rhythm turned ragged. She clenched, milked him with each stroke, thighs quivering. He arched up, driving into her from below, the slap of skin sharp in the half-dark. Her mouth fell open. A low, dirty sound escaped—half laugh, half moan. When she came, it rolled through her in a clean, violent wave, back bowing, nails digging crescents into his chest.
