Celeste bent over and railed from behind, black hair swinging with every slam

Celeste plants her tattooed arms on the mattress and pushes her hips back to meet him. He grips her waist and drives into her hard, and her black hair swings loose with each slam. She turns her head, lips parted, breathing ragged, and arches her back to take him deeper. He runs a hand up her spine and keeps up the pace until her whole body rocks.