One thrust, another, and another.
Her breathing, my racing heartbeat, everything mixed in those brief moments, fragments of lucidity that resurfaced every time I thrust and she moaned with pleasure in her sweet, mature, deep voice. Her body was massive, and difficult to control and dominate. I had thought of making her get on all fours so I could give us both more stability, but this only ended up backfiring on us, because the moment her resilience gave way, I found myself having to hold her firmly by the hips to avoid collapsing forward with her and making her hit a face against the headboard.
She was really too tall to sleep on that bed.
So I continued to pound, feeling my pubic area getting hotter and hotter and her entrance getting wetter and smoother. Her buttocks, although big, were firm and bounced elastically against my pelvis. Or maybe, it was better to say that my pelvis was pushed back after every thrust.
If I had eyes, they would have closed to let me go to invisible sensations, if I had a mouth I would have breathed Rodya's name with more pleasure, but I had a clock and so only the distant tickings accompanied my words in her ears.
"A-Are you... Are you sure this is okay...?"
"I told you yes, stop being a good boy and take care of me for once..."