The bed bounced and squeaked under their combined weights as he thrust into her with all his might. Her back arched off the mattress, nails digging into his shoulders. Gasping, she begged for mercy but he was lost in the moment, consumed by lust. His hips snapped forward, driving deeper inside her. The sheets twisted and tangled around them as they rocked against each other. Panting, his eyes met hers—pure desire flaring between them. With a final, powerful thrust, he growled out his release and collapsed on top of her. She whimpered beneath him, her body still shuddering with pleasure. Vibration O'clock had ended, but the aftershocks would last forever.
