Deepest Desires

They crash together on rumpled sheets. Tommy's hands on Freya, greedy. No kisses first—he buries himself raw between her legs, tongue curling inside her cunt like he owns it. She grips the headboard, thighs clamping his head. Fingers hook around her hips. He pulls her down to his cock before she can think, pushes every inch into her slick heat. Heavy, hard thrusts that make the bedframe crack against the wall. Sweat drips. Freya arches back, breath ragged, taking it. Legs locked around him. Wet sounds echo between each slap of skin. Deep, he grinds, angling for that spot—suddenly Faster. No mercy. She gasps, moans like she's coming undone. Hand between her legs, thumb working her clit till everything tightens, snaps—heat floods, spills, trembling bodies slick and stuck. Neither holds back. That's the deal.