PAK! PAK! PAK!
The rhythmic slapping of flesh filled the room as Ross thrust into Maya, their bodies locked in an intense, primal dance.
He held her effortlessly in a standing position, his strong arms gripping her thighs as he controlled the pace.
At times, he moved his hips with powerful strokes, but other times, he lifted her body, sliding her up and down his cock like she was weightless.
Maya clung to him, her arms wrapped around his shoulders for support, her head tilting back against his solid chest.
There was nowhere else to go, no escape from the overwhelming pleasure coursing through her body. Her nails dug into his back as if grounding herself, though her mind was far from rational thought.
"Fuck me! Fuck me! Fuck me!" she cried out, her voice trembling with raw ecstasy. Each word was a desperate plea, her body surrendering entirely to the sensations that consumed her.
