The bed groaned under the force of our bodies, sheets twisted and soaked beneath us. Lara's legs were hooked high around my waist, heels digging into my lower back like she was afraid I'd pull away. Her garter straps had slipped slightly, one stocking rolled halfway down her thigh, the black lace clinging to her sweat-slick skin. My hands gripped the backs of her thighs hard—fingers sinking into soft flesh—holding her open as I slammed in deep, over and over.
"Argh yeahh baby… ahh…" I groaned, voice raw. My dick throbbed inside her, thickening right on the edge, every thrust making my balls slap wet against her ass.
"Ahh… ahh… ahh… aaaa!" Lara's voice cracked into sharp, desperate cries. Her head tilted back, throat exposed, eyes squeezed shut as the pleasure built too high to hold. Her pussy clenched suddenly—tight, fluttering spasms that gripped me like a fist.
