Femme Fit - Episode 8

The candle on the nightstand gutters. She slides off the robe and lets it drop. The silk catches on her hip, then slides free. She steps closer, bare, the light catching the curve of her waist. He sits at the edge of the bed, already hard. She straddles him, knees planted on either side. She reaches down, wraps her fingers around his cock, and rubs the head between her lips, slow, spreading the wetness. She sinks down in one steady push. He fills her, thick and hot. She pauses, breathing through the stretch, then starts to ride him. Her hips roll in tight circles, then switch to short thrusts, her clit grinding against him with every pass. Sweat beads on her lower back. He grabs her ass, spreads her, and meets every drop with a hard thrust up. She leans forward, breasts brushing his chest, and bites his bottom lip. He flips her onto her back without pulling out, pushes her knees up to her shoulders, and fucks her deep. The bed creaks. She comes with a sharp cry, her walls clenching around him. He stays buried, pulsing inside her, until he spills with a low groan.