She lay beneath him, feeling his weight press down on her. His breathing grew more labored as he thrust deeper inside her. "Oh god," he groaned, "you feel so good." She arched her back in response, meeting each of his thrusts with equal force. The afternoon sun streamed through the window, casting a warm glow over their entwined bodies.
Despite the heat of the day, they were both lost in the passion of the moment. His hands roamed freely over her body, exploring every inch of soft, supple skin. She gasped as he grazed his rough fingertips over her sensitive nipples. They were both sweating now, their bodies slick with perspiration.
As they moved together in a rhythmic dance, he began to pick up speed. His hips pistoned forward, driving deeper into her with each stroke. " I love to cook for others."
