Blondage #1 - Part 1

She reached between them and gripped his cock, stroking slow. He pushed deeper, fucking her with steady rolls of his hips while she rode out each thrust. Their bodies slid together, skin against skin, slick with sweat. He kept one hand planted on the headboard, the other buried in her hair, pulling her mouth back to his. She moaned into the kiss, fingers digging into his back, leaving half-moons in their wake. He pulled out just enough to slam back in, and she gasped, legs tightening around his waist. Each stroke hit deep, deliberate, drawing sounds from her she never meant to make. He watched her face as she came apart, eyes locked on hers, breathing rough but steady. When she clenched around him, he groaned low, mouth open, thrust stuttering for a beat before he pushed harder, like he wanted to fuck her straight through the mattress.