Tommy Fucks Compilation

In the dim glow of the bedside lamp, Tommy's hands gripped her hips, pulling her close. She arched her back, a soft gasp escaping her lips as he entered her with a slow, deliberate thrust. Their bodies moved in sync, skin slick with sweat, the air thick with the scent of desire. He quickened his pace, each plunge deeper, harder, her moans rising like a siren's call. She clenched around him, nails digging into his shoulders, urging him on. He flipped her over, taking her from behind, his fingers tracing the curve of her spine. The rhythm built, relentless, until release crashed over them both—hot, shuddering, complete. Cut to the next: her on top, riding him with fierce abandon, breasts bouncing, eyes locked on his. He cupped them, thumbs teasing her nipples to peaks. She ground down, circling her hips, drawing out every sensation until they shattered together again. One more—against the wall, urgent and raw, his mouth on her neck, her legs wrapped tight around his waist. He drove into her, fast and unyielding, her cries echoing as they tumbled into ecstasy, bodies trembling in the aftermath.