She gets on all fours, her body arched with precision, offering herself without hesitation. He grabs her waist, steady and rough, and pushes in with no resistance. The first thrust is deep, the second harder—her mouth opens, but only broken moans escape. His hips slap against her skin, again and again, building a rhythm that grows darker, hungrier, and more primal. Fingers dig into flesh. She grips the sheets, but they slip under her as her legs start to shake. He leans over, skin brushing against hers, his chest pressing her down while his pace turns relentless. She loses track of time, lost between pain and pleasure, until everything explodes in a final, messy, uncontrollable release that coats her skin with heat.

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