Newswomen #02

She came with her legs spread wide, hands fisted in the sheets while the steady push of his cock drove her back against the headboard. Sweat slicked their skin, breath coming short and sharp. He pinned her wrists above her head, sinking deeper with each thrust until her mouth fell open in a silent cry. The sheets twisted around their ankles. He fucked her through one orgasm, then kept going, hips snapping against the soft give of her thighs until the second hit harder and left her trembling under him. His cock slid wet and thick in and out of her, the sound of it filling the room along with the slap of skin. She felt every inch, her cunt tight and clenching, the edge of pleasure cutting sharp. His mouth found her breast and stayed there, teeth grazing, tongue circling until she arched up, lost in it, cunt pulsing around him again. He held her down and finished deep inside, pulsing hot, body locked tight against hers. Neither moved for a long moment. Just the sound of breathing, skin cooling, the slow slip of him sliding out of her.