The bed rocked a little.

Darkness, like a great shadow, bloomed on her right side, and the bed rocked as someone hit her full force.

Comfortingly, her bed no longer rocked beneath her.

The bed rocked as he moved over her and hovered there with his prick in his hand, its tip wet with juice.

The bed rocked on the water, soothing as a lullaby.

The bed rocked under the force of his thrusts.

The bed rocked but held.

Why is my bed rocking?

Comfortably, her bed no longer rocked beneath her.

She sat up so fast the bed rocked and nearly tossed her out.