He Gripped My Neck and Fucked My Ass Hard From Behind

A sleek rental car idles in a dimly lit marina parking lot, its windows fogged from the heat between two strangers. The woman, her back arched against the passenger seat, grips the dashboard as the man presses her deeper into the leather, his fingers bruising her neck with every powerful thrust. Salt air mingles with the musk of sweat as he fucks her ass hard from behind, the steady slap of skin against skin echoing over the quiet lapping of water against hulls. His free hand fists her hair, tilting her head back just enough to expose her throat to his hungry mouth. The city lights blur in the side mirror, forgotten as pleasure coils tighter in her belly, her moans swallowed by the growl of his breath against her ear. When he finally slows, his grip loosens but doesn’t release, leaving her trembling and breathless in the aftermath.