With one smooth motion, you sank down onto him, impaling yourself on his rigid length. The feeling of your walls clutching at him, welcoming him in, was nothing short of divine. You are tight, so tight, and yet you took him all in, your body stretching to accommodate the intrusion. He groaned, his hips bucking upward, unable to resist the urge to claim you fully. Their rhythm grew frantic, each thrust a declaration of lust and need. Sweat beaded on their skin, mingling in the dim light, their breaths coming in ragged pants. You leaned back, your breasts bouncing with every movement, your eyes never leaving his. The intensity of yalls connection was palpable, a bond forged not just in friendship, but now in the throes of passion. His hands gripped your hips, guiding you, urging you faster, harder. The sounds of your skin slapping together filled the room, a symphony of want and hunger. And as yall climbed higher and higher, each thrust driving yall closer to the precipice of orgasm. Your walls clenched around him, your body tightening like a vice as you approached your climax. He could feel your muscles quiver, your breath hitch in her throat. And then you screamed, mindless pleasure, as you shattered around him, your orgasm ripping through you like a storm. Your pussy spasmed, gripping him tightly, milking his cock for every drop of cum.