Once they started, they simply could not stop.
Amanda had barely caught her breath from her first climax when Kyle pulled her jeans and panties completely off.
He flipped her onto her back and buried himself deep inside her in one powerful thrust. Their bodies moved together in a frantic rhythm on the bed, skin slapping against skin as moans and gasps filled the room.
Hours blurred together in a haze of heat and need. They lost count of how many times they came, yet the fire between them refused to die.
When exhaustion finally forced a brief pause, Kyle scooped her up and carried her toward the bathroom under the pretense of washing up.
The moment the warm water hit their bodies, desire flared again. He pressed her against the tiled wall, lifted one of her legs, and drove into her from behind.
Amanda braced her hands on the slick surface, crying out as he fucked her hard and deep, water cascading over their joined bodies.
