Rough Valentine’s day sex

The crimson hues of Valentine’s Day hung heavy in the air as the young couple, Erik and Anna, prepared for a night of passion to celebrate their love. Anna, a voluptuous brunette with an insatiable appetite for pleasure, wore a slinky red dress that clung to her every curve. Erik, a tall, muscular man with a penchant for rough play, adjusted his glasses and smiled mischievously as he watched his lover primp.

As the evening unfolded, the couple found themselves in the dimly lit living room, the air thick with anticipation. Erik pulled Anna close, his strong hands gripping her hips as he kissed her deeply. She moaned into his mouth, feeling the heat build between her thighs.

Erik’s hands roamed Anna’s body, squeezing her ample breasts through the thin fabric of her dress. Anna responded by running her fingers through his hair, pulling him closer. Their kisses grew more urgent, their breath ragged with desire.

In one swift motion, Erik ripped Anna’s dress, exposing her lace-clad breasts. She gasped, excited by his roughness. He pushed her down onto the sofa, his body heavy on top of hers. His hands tore at her panties, throwing them across the room.

Anna could feel Erik’s hard cock pressing against her thigh, straining against his pants. She reached down, unfastening his belt and zipper with shaking fingers. She pulled out his massive erection, gasping at its size. Erik groaned as she stroked him, her soft hand wrapping around his thick shaft.

Erik pulled away, stripping off his clothes. Anna watched, her eyes wide with desire, as he towered over her. He grabbed her wrists, pinning them above her head as he descended upon her breasts. He sucked and bit at her nipples, sending bolts of pleasure through her body.

Anna wrapped her legs around Erik’s waist, urging him closer. He obliged, his cock pressing against her dripping entrance. With one hard thrust, he buried himself deep inside her. Anna cried out, the mixture of pain and pleasure overwhelming her senses.

Erik set a brutal pace, pounding into Anna’s soaked pussy. The sound of skin slapping against skin filled the room, mingling with their moans of ecstasy. Anna’s breasts bounced with each thrust, her nails digging into Erik’s back.

Erik reached up, wrapping his hand around Anna’s throat. He squeezed, cutting off her air supply as he continued to fuck her with abandon. Anna’s vision swam, her body surrendering to the primal sensations flooding through her.

With a final, brutal thrust, Erik filled Anna’s pussy with his hot seed. She clenched around him, her own orgasm ripping through her body. They collapsed together, their chests heaving with exertion.

But Erik wasn’t done. He rolled Anna onto her stomach, pushing her face into the sofa cushions. He slapped her ass, hard, leaving a red handprint on her pale skin. Anna yelped, the pain quickly morphing into pleasure.

Erik kicked Anna’s legs apart, exposing her fluttering pussy to his hungry gaze. He rubbed his still-hard cock against her folds, teasing her. Anna whimpered, desperate for more. Erik plunged back inside her, fucking her with deep, powerful strokes.

The room spun, the only sounds their grunts and moans of pleasure. Erik’s hand reached around, finding Anna’s clit. He rubbed the sensitive nub, pushing Anna closer to the edge. Her pussy clenched around him, her body trembling with her impending release.

With a final, brutal thrust, Erik emptied himself inside Anna’s greedy cunt. She came with a scream, her juices gushing around his cock. They collapsed together, Erik’s sweaty body blanketing Anna’s.

Erik rolled off, his cock softening. They lay side by side, basking in the afterglow. Anna reached out, tracing patterns on Erik’s chest with her fingertips. He smiled, pulling her close.

“I love you,” Anna whispered, her voice hoarse from screaming.

“I love you too,” Erik murmured, pressing a soft kiss to her forehead.

As they lay there, the passion of their rough Valentine’s Day sex slowly fading, they knew they would always have this night. A night of love, of pleasure, of perdition. And they looked forward to celebrating many more years together, with or without the Valentine’s Day theme.