19th Birthday - Remastered

She straddled him in one swift motion, knees planted on either side of his hips. Skin met skin, warm and taut. He gripped the backs of her thighs and dragged her closer until her heat pressed flush against his cock, thick and already stiff. She rolled her hips, slow, and they both felt it: the thick ridge of him slipping through her folds, catching against the slickness gathering there. No hesitation. She lifted, angled down, and took him inside in one smooth drop. Her breath caught as he filled her—deep, stretching, every inch she thought she'd already known yet never felt quite like this. He thrust upward on instinct and her mouth opened in a silent cry. Sweat clung at the base of her spine. His hands slid higher, cupping her ass, spreading her wider on every thrust. She leaned in, breasts brushing his chest, lips at his ear. He fucked her harder, rhythm sharpening. She rocked back to meet him, slick sounds obscene in the quiet room. He felt her pulse around him, clenched tight, and he drove up once more until nothing separated them except the fast, wet slide of her coming.