Nothing but skin. No clothes. Her dark hair fans across the pillow, mask strapped tight over eyes, wrists circled by thin bands. He looms naked above, palms pressing into her yielding thighs, prying them wider on the turquoise bedspread. Spooning tight first — bodies flush, sweat-slick skin sticking where hips meet, his fingers kneading her waist as he thrusts deliberate, feeling every clench. She arches into it. Switches. Her on back now, legs hooked over his shoulders, pussy exposed and glistening under dim room light. Cock plunges full length, balls tapping soft flesh with each pump — relentless rhythm building, her tits heaving, nails scraping sheets.