Marcus thrust harder, hips snapping forward with a wet slap that filled the dim bedroom. Rachel’s legs locked tight around his waist, heels digging into his lower back like she wanted to pull him deeper. Her nails raked down his shoulders, leaving red lines that burned just right.“Fuck, Rach… so tight,” he groaned, voice rough and low. Sweat dripped from his forehead onto her chest, sliding between her bouncing breasts.Rachel arched up, meeting every slam. Her pussy clenched around him on purpose, squeezing hard at the base of his cock each time he pulled back. “Harder, baby… give it to me like you used to give it to her.”Marcus growled at that. His hand shot to her throat, not choking, just holding, thumb pressing lightly under her jaw. “Don’t talk about her.”Rachel laughed, breathy and mean. “Why? You’re fucking me now. Not her. Me.”She rolled her hips in a slow circle, grinding her clit against his pubic bone. The friction made her moan loud, high and needy. Marcus’s rhythm fa
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