Can I Fuck You

The sensual dance of their bodies culminates, and she turns to face him, her breasts heaving from the exertion. He takes a step closer, his erection visible in his pants. She gasps softly as he reaches for her skirt, pulling it up slowly. With a mischievous grin, he slides his hands under her panties, letting his fingers graze her folds. She moans softly, arching her back in anticipation. As their breaths sync, he lifts her onto the table, positioning her legs over his shoulders. She bites her lip nervously, anticipating the pain of penetration. He slowly pushes his cock into her, inch by torturous inch. It's tight, but he thrusts through, claiming her. Their rhythm sets the pace; he's rough yet careful, marking his territory. Their moans fill the room as they lose themselves in their passionate dance.