They stood face to face, their bodies pressed tightly together. His hands ran down her curves, stopping at her hips. She arched her back, presenting herself to him. With one swift motion, he lifted her up and positioned her against the wall. His hardness pressed against her wetness. Her breath hitched as he entered her.
He began to move, pumping in and out of her with long, firm strokes. Her legs wrapped around his waist, pulling him deeper inside. The wall provided support as they moved in unison. Their rhythm was primal, fueled by desire and lust.
As they reached their peak, he groaned her name. With one last thrust, he emptied himself inside her. Their bodies shuddered together, lost in the moment. She felt the warmth of his cum filling her up, claiming her as his. The pounding of his heart echoed in her ears as he collapsed onto her, their bodies intertwined in a sweaty mess of post-orgasmic bliss.
