Netskirts #01 - Remastered

May 21st, 2010 was the first time the world glimpsed her raw. Back arched over the white hotel sheets. The video hits without warning. Camera catches her profile in split seconds before he crashes into her from behind again, knocking her hips out of time. His hand folds over her mouth, greedy for the sounds spilling through his fingers, while the other pins her wrist hard against the mattress so she can't claw away. Sweat strands her hair across her cheek and she looks straight into the lens for the first time, eyes half-lidded, pupils blown. He leans down, bites where her shoulder curves to neck, drags teeth along the bruise he already made, then jerks his cock almost all the way out until only the head stays inside, forcing her to open wider, and slams in so the frame stutters. Her thighs shake and slick slips down the inside of one leg, catching on the silk that still clings just below her knees. The sound is brutal, skin to skin, wet and heavy. She chokes a laugh that's more broken moan than mirth and reaches back with her free hand, nails digging into the hard muscle of his ass, urging him faster, harder, needing more until the rhythm finally breaks them both.