Tingling with Electricity

Thomas Stone nearly gets fried working on Annie Wolf’s sound system. Annie watches the sparks fly and decides the only proper reward is to fuck him senseless. She pulls him down on the couch, lips locked, tongues trading heat. His hands cup her bare breasts, nipples stiff against his palms. She opens her legs and he pushes inside, hips slapping her ass in a hard, steady rhythm that makes the cushions squeak. Each thrust knocks a little gasp out of her, and the pace builds until she’s clutching at him, toes curling, every muscle drawn tight. He keeps driving through it, jaw clenched, until he pulls out and paints her stomach with thick streaks.