He Had Me Flat, Taking Every Thrust… I Couldn’t Resist

He pinning her down, stomach against the sheets, legs spread wide. His hands gripping wrists, holding them tight. His cock sliding deep, thrusting rough and powerful. She gasps, unable to move, taking every stroke. He groans, hips slamming, controlling the pace. Their bodies glisten with sweat, muscles tensing. She whimpers, a mix of pain and pleasure. He growls, pounding harder, driving both close to the edge. Heat rising, tension building. They explode, cries echoing through the room.