Dirty Deeds in the Dark

The room is alive with the scent of sweat and sex. She's on her back, legs spread wide, taking every inch of him. He pounds into her, his pace relentless, driven by primal need. Her cries fill the air, urging him on. Their bodies are slick with effort, muscles taut with exertion. They're not gentle, not anymore. This is raw, animalistic, a dance as old as time. As he spills into her, she screams, her own release ripping through her, leaving them both breathless and spent.

• Unknown