Women Seeking Women #115

Jake slammed into her from behind while their hips smacked loud and wet. Her ass cheeks bounced back each time he drove deeper, catching her dark hair in his fist and yanking her upright. The mirror across the room threw back every filthy angle—him looking straight at her tits as they swung, that wicked grin splitting his face. He growled low into her neck, quickened the pace, sweat dripping onto her spine. Her cries kept hitting the walls harder than their skin. A bruise already formed on her hip where his grip tightened. Her knees slid apart on the sheets, desperate for more. When his free hand reached around to find her clit, her whole body shook. A messy laugh ripped out of him right as he buried himself and held there, balls tight against her, letting her clench down until he spilled with a rough grunt.