The evening stretched into night inside the luxurious hotel suite.
After the intense first round, Andrew didn't stop. The guilt was still there, buried deep, but the fire Elena had ignited in him refused to die. He pulled out of her slowly, his cum already leaking from her pussy, and flipped her onto her stomach.
Elena moaned softly, arching her back instinctively as he positioned himself behind her. He gripped her hips and thrust back inside her in one smooth motion, burying himself to the hilt. She cried out in pleasure, pushing her ass back against him.
Andrew fucked her harder this time, his hips slapping loudly against her round ass with every deep stroke. The sound of skin meeting skin echoed in the room as he ravished her from behind. Elena's fingers clutched the sheets, her moans growing louder and more desperate.
"Yes… harder… please…" she begged, her voice trembling.
