Horny Daphne Klyde Pounded Hard

Daphne straddles him, knees digging into his hips like she's hunting death. Sweat drips off her collarbone onto his chest while he grabs her thighs so hard the marks will show tomorrow. She drops onto his cock again and again, breath cutting out each time he punches up to meet her. When he flips her onto her back the bed frame slams the wall and a bottle tips, rolling toward the edge like it wants to escape. He pins her wrists above her head and she spits a curse at him, laughing through it. Their rhythm turns jagged. Filthy. A knife fight and a fuck, all at once, and the walls keep time with every violent thrust.