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Roxie stretched out her legs so that her boots were firmly planted on the bed just outside his shoulders, grabbing his upraised knees behind her for support as she moved up and down on him, arching backwards. Eric looped his arms around her thighs as she rolled her hips back and forth, then in lazy figure-eights, moaning, her eyes rolling to the ceiling, where she could watch the scene from above, as Eric was intermittently doing. The view turned her on even more, and she rode him faster, the heels of her boots digging into the mattress at his sides.
She let loose, moaning as loudly as Eric, tossing her hair back, her hips rotating at inconceivable speed. He gripped her harder, his pelvis thrusting into her from below in rhythm with her grinding. She felt the heat rising within, Eric’s low groans vibrating throughout her body, reminding her of his motorcycle. She lifted herself off him an inch, letting him pump upwards into her, rubbing her clit with her fingers, and felt herself explode powerfully, watching the reflection of herself on the ceiling as she climaxed, screaming, “yes! Yes! Yes!”
Roxie barely had time to catch her breath when Eric grabbed her and managed to push her onto her back on the bed, lifting her boots over his shoulders and gripping her hips. He plowed into her mercilessly, watching the image of their nakedness in the mirror in front of him. She watched his features contorting, felt him grip her ankles through her leather boots, arching her hips up to him, her walls still clenching around his shaft.
“Fuck me, Eric! Fuck me harder!” she cried out, pulling his ass closer to her to get him in as deep as possible.
She was startled when she heard loud banging coming from the wall behind the bed, and heard, “yes, fuck her already!” from the neighbors in the other room. She choked back a laugh.
Maybe it was the knowledge that other people could– and did– hear them, but Eric plunged into her viciously, unstoppable. Another feverish wave of intense pleasure washed over her again and she growled fiercely, clasping him as tightly as he did her, watching him pound into her from the mirrors on the ceiling again. As she trembled violently, Eric roared like a primitive beast, giving her a few more hard, deep thrusts and then half collapsing on top of her.
They lay like that for a few moments, fighting to catch their breath, Roxie’s legs still draped over his shoulders. Eric pulled back off of her slightly, and they looked at each other and started laughing uncontrollably.
“Did you hear–” he began, and she nodded, throwing them into another fit of giggles.
Eric gave her a quick kiss and moved off of her to dispose of the loaded condom, going into the bathroom to wash up.
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