Sexual Bliss 4

Nick pins Claudia to the wall. Her back hits cold plaster. He tears her shirt open, buttons scattering like dropped coins. Blonde hair spills over her shoulders, framing tits that he grabs hard, thumbs dragging across stiff nipples. Her hand finds his cock, pumps it with short, urgent strokes. His fingers slip between her thighs, sink into wet heat. She groans, cunt clenching around two knuckles. He lifts her. Her legs lock around his waist. One thrust buries him to the hilt. Flesh slaps. Sweat mixes. She bites his shoulder, leaving teeth marks in damp skin. He fucks harder. Each stroke slams her spine into brick. Her come drips down his shaft, coats his balls. He snarls her name, slams in again, rides the edge until the world shrinks to heat, friction, and the slick sound of bodies losing control.