Pak…
Pak…
Pak…
Ross drove into Amanda with an unrelenting rhythm, each thrust deeper and rougher than the last.
The headboard slammed against the wall in time with their bodies, shaking under the weight of their tangled forms.
The bed groaned beneath them, every creak threatening to collapse under Ross's forceful thrusts—but he didn't care. He was too far gone.
Amanda lay beneath him, her legs spread wide, wrapped tight around his waist.
Her hips moved with a mind of their own now, rising to meet each of Ross's plunges, her soft moans turning into ragged cries of ecstasy.
Her body had surrendered fully—no longer resisting, only craving.
The sharp edge of pain had dulled, drowned beneath a flood of heat and pleasure.
She could feel everything—every throb, every twitch of Ross's cock as it slid in and out of her soaked core.
