Craig cums Inside of her

Craig’s thrusts grew more insistent, his hips driving forward with a rhythm that bordered on frantic. Jen’s hands tightened around his shoulders, her nails digging deeper into his skin as each stroke sent shivers coursing through her. The air was thick with the scent of sweat and sex, and the sound of their bodies meeting echoed through the room. Craig’s breath came in ragged gasps, his chest heaving as he buried himself deeper with each thrust. He could feel the pressure building at the base of his cock, a tingling sensation that signaled his approaching orgasm. His hands gripped Jen’s hips tighter, pulling her closer with each movement, his fingers pressing into her flesh.

Craig couldn’t hold it any longer and with one final deep thrust, he came deep inside Jen’s pussy. His body shuddered violently, each spasm sending waves of pleasure coursing through him. Jen’s hands remained clenched on his shoulders, her breath hot against his neck as she whispered his name, her voice trembling with her own pent-up desire. The room was silent now, except for the sound of their ragged breathing, heavy and synchronized. Craig’s hips slowed, his movements becoming languid as he rode out the last waves of his orgasm. He buried his face in Jen’s hair, the scent of sweat and sex mingling with the faint trace of her perfume. His hands loosened their grip on her hips, sliding up to her back, pulling her closer as he tried to catch his breath.

Jen could feel his hot cum inside her pussy, a warm, sticky sensation that seemed to spread through her as Craig’s body relaxed against hers. Her breath hitched as she pressed her lips to his shoulder, her tongue darting out to taste the sweat there. The room was heavy with the scent of sex, a musky, primal aroma that clung to both of them. Craig’s hands slid down her back, his fingers tracing the curve of her spine before coming to rest on her hips once more. He pulled back slightly, his cock still inside her, and looked into her eyes, his own glazed with the remnants of his orgasm. Jen’s pussy pulsed around him, her own desire still simmering, unfulfilled. She whispered his name again, her voice barely audible over the sound of their ragged breathing. Craig’s lips brushed against her ear, his breath hot as he murmured something indistinct, his words lost in the haze of their shared pleasure.

Craig’s chest was still heaving as he glanced at the clock on the nightstand, his eyes widening in panic. “Oh shit, I’m going to be late for football practice,” he muttered, his voice laced with urgency. Jen, still catching her breath, opened her eyes and looked at him with a mixture of amusement and understanding. “You better hurry, then,” she said, her voice soft but tinged with a hint of teasing. Craig didn’t waste another moment; he quickly grabbed his clothes and began dressing, his movements swift and precise. His hands trembled slightly as he fastened his jeans, his mind already shifting from the intimacy they’d just shared to the impending practice. Jen watched him from the bed, her lips curling into a small smile as she saw the determination in his eyes. Meanwhile, Wendy remained frozen in the closet, her heart pounding as she witnessed Craig’s hurried departure. She felt a mix of relief and , unsure of how to process what she had just seen