The kiss was harsh but internally Mark was all smiles. In some ways this brought him back to the glory days of playing football. Hard, rough, and fast, it was how he liked his football and his sex. The rush of adrenaline was fantastic and in this moment if she had asked him to do something he would almost certainly agree to it, barring it wasn't insane. This was more fun than anything he had done since his injury and that was good for Claire at this point in the juncture.<br/><br/>He squirmed his hips beneath hers, tried to time the rhythm she began, and while it took a few tries he eventually got the rhythm correct with thrusts of his own hips to help drive him into her further and harder. His stomach muscles contracted tightly, they were getting more use than they had in a long time, and he knew that he would feel it later, but that would be well worth the workout he was experiencing at the present moment.<br/><br/>The wet sound of their flesh smacking together filled the room as Mark looked up hungrily while Claire used his chest to press down into for stability. Mark used the freedom of his own hands to massage her breasts, squeezing her nipples in the process, he remembered her words about using his mouth, but that would do no good here, so he at least enjoyed fondling them while the pressure in his balls rose with each bounce of her nice ass while she slammed his hard cock into her pussy with vigor he didn't think possible.