As she watched him through the window, her heart raced. She had never seen anyone make love like that. His hands moved with such precision, his hips bucking rhythmically against the woman beneath him. The sound of their bodies slapping together filled the air, muffled only by the thin wall separating them. She could feel her own arousal growing just from watching them.
Brenda waited anxiously for her turn, unable to take her eyes off of them. Finally, it was her time. She stepped into the room, feeling both nervous and incredibly excited. He turned to face her, his eyes burning with desire. Without a word, he pushed her onto the bed and climbed on top of her.
His rough hands gripped her hips as he began to move inside her. She gasped at the sudden invasion of her body. Each thrust was deeper than the last, forcing moans and wh eaches from her lips. With every move, he possessed her in a way she never knew possible, her body responding uncontrollably to his touch.
