Hip Thrusts
The room is white, soft, and inviting. He’s on the couch, naked. She’s lying beneath him, a pink thong visible. He’s pushing into her. She’s moaning. His hand grips her hips. She’s arching her back. This is a private moment. He wants more. She is giving it to him.
The sheets are rumpled, and the air is thick with anticipation. He pulls her closer, her body molding against his. She grins, her eyes sparkling with mischief. He grips her hips, deepening the contact. She moans softly, begging for more. This is where the night begins, and you’re right in the center.
