Hands clamped down on his hips, the Argentinian woman grinds against him while she is straddling his chest; sweat glistens on their skin as she pounds relentlessly. Her dark curls cascade around her face while she kisses him hard between thrusts, barely giving him time to breathe before coming again and again. A sun tattoo peeks out from beneath the curve of her hip as she pushes deeper with each stroke—the bed shaking with every impact. He groans deeply into the pillow beneath his head, fingers digging into her thighs; they’re lost in an animalistic rhythm driven by raw hunger and desperation for more until both collapse together in exhausted bliss.
