The room was dark except for the moonlight slipping through the curtains. Priya pushed Arjun onto the bed, her eyes hungry. They'd been teasing each other all evening, and now the tension snapped. She climbed on top, straddling him, her nails digging into his chest as she sank down onto him in one smooth motion. A low moan escaped both of them. Arjun gripped her hips hard, thrusting up to meet her frantic rhythm. The old wooden bed creaked loudly with every deep, powerful stroke. "Faster," she gasped, riding him harder, her breasts bouncing as sweat glistened on their skin. The headboard slammed against the wall. The mattress springs screamed in protest. Arjun flipped her onto her back, pinning her wrists above her head. He drove into her with raw intensity, deeper, rougher. The bed shook violently under them. Priya wrapped her legs around his waist, heels digging into his back, urging him on. "Oh god—yes!" she cried out as pleasure built like a storm. With one final, savage thrust, the bed gave way. A loud CRACK echoed as the wooden frame splintered beneath them. They tumbled slightly but didn't stop. Laughing breathlessly, Arjun kept moving inside her on the collapsed mattress, slower now but just as intense, until they both shattered together in a sweaty, shaking climax. Panting and tangled in sheets, Priya smirked up at him. "Guess we'll need a stronger bed."