A woman sits on the edge of a red velvet chaise, legs parted, facing the man who stands between her knees. Her silk robe has fallen open. He reaches down and pushes the fabric off her shoulders until it pools at her wrists. She keeps her hands planted behind her, shoulders drawn back, breasts lifted. He takes one nipple in his mouth, sucks hard, then the other. Her breath comes short. He drops to his knees, grips her thighs, and spreads her wider. His tongue moves in slow, deliberate strokes over her clit. She tilts her hips forward, chasing the pressure. He slides two fingers inside her and curls them. Her thighs start to shake. He keeps the rhythm steady, tongue and fingers working together until her back arches hard and she comes, voice low and ragged. He rises, wipes his mouth, then turns her onto her stomach. She pushes up onto her hands and knees. He pulls her hips back and sinks into her in one smooth thrust. She gasps. He fucks her with long, measured strokes, one hand gripping her shoulder, the other between her legs, rubbing her clit again. Sweat glistens on her spine. Her arms tremble. She comes a second time, tighter around him. He follows, buried deep, pulse after pulse, breath hot against her neck.
Pleasure Parlour - Episode 10
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May 23, 2025
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A woman sits on the edge of a red velvet chaise, legs parted, facing the man who stands between her knees. Her silk robe has fallen open. He reaches down and pushes the fabric off her shoulders until it pools at her wrists. She keeps her hands planted behind her, shoulders drawn back, breasts lifted. He takes one nipple in his mouth, sucks hard, then the other. Her breath comes short. He drops to his knees, grips her thighs, and spreads her wider. His tongue moves in slow, deliberate strokes over her clit. She tilts her hips forward, chasing the pressure. He slides two fingers inside her and curls them. Her thighs start to shake. He keeps the rhythm steady, tongue and fingers working together until her back arches hard and she comes, voice low and ragged. He rises, wipes his mouth, then turns her onto her stomach. She pushes up onto her hands and knees. He pulls her hips back and sinks into her in one smooth thrust. She gasps. He fucks her with long, measured strokes, one hand gripping her shoulder, the other between her legs, rubbing her clit again. Sweat glistens on her spine. Her arms tremble. She comes a second time, tighter around him. He follows, buried deep, pulse after pulse, breath hot against her neck.
