Match Made In Heaven

Bernie slid into her like he'd been waiting his whole life for this invitation. Simone gripped him tighter, back arching to pull every last inch deeper. He fucked like he meant it, raw, relentless, leaving nothing polite between them. Her legs locked around his waist and he answered with harder, cleaner strokes. Sweat gathered in the small of her back and ran down the curve of her ass each time he drove in. She clawed at his shoulders, urging him to give more, to stay where it hurt just right. The heat spread and spilled between them; each thrust sounded wetter than the last until her breathless cry gave him all the permission he needed to follow her over the edge.