Antonia Sainz On High Ground

Antonia Sainz is on her back on a dining table, legs spread, getting pounded by a muscular dark-haired guy with a tattoo on his shoulder. They’re fully naked, sunlight pouring in from huge windows behind them, furniture pushed aside like they couldn’t wait. He picks her up at one point, carries her like it’s nothing, lays her down gently but then goes right back to rough, deep thrusts. Earlier they’re standing, grinding against each other, her dress hiked up as he kisses her neck and fingers her through the fabric. The whole thing feels spontaneous—clothes dropping fast, a wine glass still on the table from before. Real chemistry, not staged. You see sweat on his back, her fingers digging in during close-ups.