Stop bitching and start fucking

She lay there, exhausted but still panting, her body aching from the intense workout it had just received. He loomed over her, his eyes burning bright with passion as he grasped her hair roughly and pulled her head back to look into her eyes."Alright, bitch, you've had your fun," he growled lowly. But even as he spoke, his hand trailed down her stomach, sending shivers of anticipation through her body. Without further ado, he positioned himself between her legs and slowly thrust into her in one powerful motion. She bit her lip to stop from crying out at the unexpected intrusion, but moans of pleasure escaped her nonetheless. Their hips met rhythmically, each stroke deeper and more powerful than the last. Their gazes locked, filled with raw desire and need for each other. Tears rolled down her cheeks as the memories of their past together resurfaced, overwhelming her with a mix of joy and sorrow.