“Fuck,” she hissed. “Oh God.” He took her knees and pressed them to her chest, and he fucked her. Fucking hell, he fucked her, and her face was a picture. The realisation nothing short of a wonder as the man took her hard and deep, the hard ridge of his belly slapping her thighs. She turned her head towards me and bit her knuckle, her hair rippling on the pillow as he rammed his way home. He pressed his mouth to her ear and breathed, clammy hair pressed to hers.
