The entire room was dark, and only the wall lamp offered a dim glow—just enough to see the two people wrapped in the intimacy of each other’s warmth. Moans of desire filled the air, blending with the sound of heavy breathing as the man moved passionately over the woman.
His movements were intense, urgent—like someone who had been longing for this moment for years.
“F*ck! You’re so tight, babe,” he groaned, overwhelmed by the closeness between them.
The woman wrapped her arms around his neck and parted her legs wider, welcoming him completely. She loved the rawness of it, the desperate hunger in every movement, each thrust bringing a mix of pleasure and pain that she craved.
She knew what they were doing was wrong—but she didn’t care. He was hers from the beginning. She was the one who
