Twerking And Fucking

Gogo stands in the frame, rolling her hips slow, letting her ass catch the light. She bends forward, spreads wide, and grins when she catches him looking. Clothes come off piece by piece until nothing's left but heat and bare skin. Isiah moves in, hands rough at her waist, pulling her back onto him like he means to break something open. She grinds against every inch, wet and ready, back arched, muscles tight. He drives deep, no mercy, and she meets each thrust hard enough to shake the frame. Sweat mixes with moans. Her hands slip, his grip tightens, and they fuck like the room could catch fire around them and neither one would stop.