She moans softly as his hand explores her wetness, her head thrown back in pure pleasure. His touch is rough yet gentle, his breath hot on her neck. Their bodies are locked together, their hearts racing. Despite knowing it's wrong, she can't resist him. The tension between them builds, their desire spiraling out of control. As the bed creaks beneath them, he thrusts deeper, claiming her body as his own. Their hips grind together in harmony, their breaths mingling in the air. It feels too good to stop, even when she wants to scream for them to. In this moment, they are lost in each other, fueled by passion and guilt. Only when their bodies are spent do they collapse into each other's arms, exhausted yet fulfilled.
