His cock fills me like no other, and he loves how I groan when we fuck. His deep, hard stroke feels so good.

He looks into the nearby mirror and finds my reflection, my supplicant body stretching over the hardwood of his floor.

The dark, golden, grain, bites into the both of us, weakening the thin uncovered skin protecting our knees, our bones bruising and burning as we grip the floor and roughly fuck.

His fist full with a grip of my hair and his eyes full of wanting me. Unrelenting, he twists my thong aside, and rubs his cock inside.