That aching craving builds when he spots you bent over the table, your wet folds glistening under the dim light, pulling him in with the promise of slick, irresistible heat. Moans escape like wildfire as he thrusts deeper, each powerful stroke hitting just right and triggering waves of a strong orgasm that shakes everything loose. The faint scent of sweat mingles with the rhythm of skin slapping against wood, turning a simple table encounter into pure, pulsating bliss.
