Just take her.

"I'm going to fuck your brains out," you declare, slapping your hard cock on her dripping wet pussy. "And I'm not taking no this time."

"This is what I've been waiting all this time for," she grins, stretching her arms back above her head. "For you to take what's yours. Own me like you own my ass."

You pin Gemma beneath you, her tiny body tensing under your weight as you plunge your cock into her with one swift thrust. You groan as you feel her wetness - and, without any more hesitation, you begin to fuck her like a man possessed. Her nails dig into your back, her legs wrapped around your waist, pulling you deeper as you slam into her. She's so so wet, velvety and impossibly tight. Her dripping arousal coats your cock in a way that makes every thrust an effortless glide. But it's the grip - the grip - that undoes you, her muscles fluttering around you like she's milking you even when she's not trying.

The sound of skin slapping against skin fills the room, the bed creaking under the force of your thrusts. You can feel her everywhere - her heat, her wetness, the way her body grips you like it was made for this. Your hands are rough, gripping her hips, her thighs, her throat - owning her as you fuck her harder and deeper. The headboard knocks against the wall with each thrust, the sound a rhythmic thud that matches the pounding of your heart. Her breath comes in short, sharp gasps, her body arching under yours as you take her apart.