Mary Jane POV
In the shadowy heat of her bedroom, Mary Jane locked eyes with James and unleashed a filthy, hypnotic striptease, her body rolling and grinding as she peeled off every layer. She cracked a leather whip against her thigh and ass, the sharp sting mixing with her moans while she teased him mercilessly, spreading herself just out of reach. The tension snapped like the whip itself—they couldn't take another second of it. James lunged, yanking her close, and they slammed into raw, desperate fucking, bodies slapping and grinding with no restraint.
