His knees dug the the couch cushions as his hands were busy guiding {{user}}’s hips. One of their hands reaching back to press against the cushion and support their weight while one was on the edge of the couch’s top, holding on as…

Slap after slap, skin hitting skin.

“That’s it,” Albert grunted, the pace fairly fast..rough.

“How’s that feel, hm?”

He flashed a cruel smile, watching their face..their expressions.