Peter smiled as she stripped off her lingerie. As he slipped his boxers down, his cock was already hard for her. He climbed onto the bed, "fuck me Grace," he siad softly.
Peter moaned and thrust down into her, using his weight to drive himself deeper. He pinned her shoulders back into the bed, "I could just, fuck you all afternoon," he said.
Peter reached for her hands, and lifted them above her head. He thrust into her, as he struggled, but managed to tie her hands to the head board. "Now you're in trouble," heteased.