Expert Guide to the G-Spot - Part 1

She kept her eyes half-closed while he drove into her, hips snapping in a hard, deliberate rhythm. Sweat made her thighs slick against his. He bent her open, knees pushed back toward her shoulders, buried himself to the hilt every time. Nothing gentle. Each thrust forced a shuddering little breath out of her mouth. He stayed deep, stayed grinding, pressing where she was softest, like he knew exactly when she broke. She clenched around him, spine arching, breath caught, coming in short, wet pulses while he held her pinned to the mattress.