As I lay beneath him, his rhythmical thrusts ignited a fire within me. Each stroke deeper, harder, and more intense than the last. It felt as if he was claiming me, possessing me, marking me as his own. My body arched towards him in desperation, craving more of his touch. His musky scent, the roughness of his skin against mine, drew me further into the abyss of pleasure. I clung to him, moaning his name as my orgasm built up once again. With one final thrust, he filled me completely, claiming my release as his own. Our breathing heavy, our hearts racing, we savored the moment. This was more than just sex – it was a connection that ran deeper than skin.
