Under the glow of the TV screen, the room's only sound is their heavy breathing and the soft moans escaping her lips. He's got her legs wrapped around him, his cock buried deep inside her, her back pressed against the wall. Their bodies move in sync, each thrust pushing her closer to ecstasy. He grunts, his grip on her ass tightening as he fucks her harder, her tits bouncing with each thrust. She claws at his back, her orgasm building, her pussy clenching around him. The movie's forgotten, their own climax the only thing that matters.