Charlie slowly lowered herself onto Mark's rigid member, their eyes locked in a heated gaze. As she fully impaled herself, she let out a loud moan, her tight walls gripping him. Mark let out a growl, his hands finding their way to Charlie's hips as he began to thrust up into her. Their bodies slapped together, skin on skin, with each pump driving them closer to the edge. Their breathing became ragged and their moans echoed through the room. Charlie leaned in close to him, their lips just a hair's breadth apart, and whispered, "I'm yours, Mark." With those words, he lost control, filling her with his seed as they both cried out in ecstasy. Their tender love-making was punctuated by the salty taste of tears and the sweet sounds of their passion.
