In White Sheets

Esperanza del Horno and Kristof Cale fuck like they own the room. She’s already soaked when he slides in, hips rocking greedy and smooth, legs tight around him. Every thrust lands deep; the wet sound of skin slapping carries through the air. Sweat mixes on their stomachs as she grabs his ass, pulls him closer, rolls her hips until the pressure builds past the point of control. They’re grunting, panting, moaning like they don’t care who hears. Her voice breaks first when she cums, pussy clenching around him, nails digging in; then he follows, thrusting through the clench, cock pulsing, filling her until both of them are spent and grinning stupidly.