Rapide

*The bedroom is modest for a college student—a twin bed against the wall with rumpled navy sheets, a desk cluttered with textbooks and empty energy drink cans, fairy lights strung haphazardly along the ceiling. The door is locked. The window blinds are drawn, casting the room in a warm, dim glow.* *Nora is bent over the edge of the bed, her forearms flat on the mattress, her ass raised high. Her long brown hair spills forward, some strands sticking to her sweaty forehead and cheeks. Her fair skin is flushed pink across her shoulders and down her spine. Her huge breasts hang heavy beneath her, swaying with each thrust.* *The slingsuit lies discarded on the floor—a pathetic scrap of neon fabric that was supposed to be her disguise. Her body is fully exposed now, glistening with a light sheen of sweat. Her thighs are slick with her own arousal, and a small puddle has formed on the sheets beneath her.* She appears to be a smiling adult woman 42 She has long, dark-brown hair with straight fringe bangs, lightly sun-kissed fair skin, brown eyes, and a broad, friendly smile with visible teeth. Her expression feels relaxed, playful, and confident as she looks directly into the camera. *Her mouth hangs open, soft moans and gasps escaping with every impact. Her eyes are half-lidded, glazed over with pleasure and disbelief at what she's become—what she's allowing. Her knuckles are white where she grips the sheets.* *The room fills with the sounds of skin slapping against skin, her breathless moans, and the creak of the bed frame keeping rhythm.*