Craig fucks Jen

Craig stood up, the muscles in his legs flexed with the movement, his breath still ragged from the exertion. He reached down, his hand wrapping around the base of his cock, and positioned himself at Jen’s entrance. The tip pressed against her, and with a slow, deliberate thrust, he slid into her, filling her completely. Jen’s eyes fluttered closed, her lips parting as she drew in a sharp breath. Her hands, still tangled in Craig’s hair, now gripped his shoulders, her nails digging into his skin as he began to move.

As Craig slid deeper into Jen, her body arched slightly, her hands tightening around his shoulders. "That's it, baby, fuck me," she whispered, her voice trembling with pleasure. The sound of her words sent a shiver down Craig's spine, his movements becoming more urgent as he thrust into her. Each stroke was met with a soft moan from Jen, her hips meeting his rhythmically. The room was filled with the sounds of their passion, the air thick with tension. Wendy, still hidden in the closet, felt her heart pounding as she watched, her own arousal mingling with guilt. She couldn't look away, captivated by the intensity of the moment unfolding before 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.