Lila knelt on silk sheets in the low amber light, watching Marcus circle her with slow, deliberate steps. His eyes never left the way her thighs parted, the way her nipples tightened in the cool air. When he finally touched her, it was with two fingers dragged straight through her wetness, spreading her open. She gasped, hips tilting toward him. Marcus pressed inside her with one thick finger, then two, curling them until she clenched around him. Her breath hitched, soft and sharp. He worked her open with steady strokes, thumb circling her clit in time with each thrust. She rocked against his hand, chasing the rhythm, sweat already gathering along her spine. When he withdrew his fingers, she made a small, broken sound. Marcus wiped them across her lips, letting her taste herself. Then he pushed her down onto her back, spread her wider, and sank his cock into her in one long, smooth stroke that stole the air from her lungs. She took all of him. Her body arched, fingers gripping the sheets, legs wrapping tight around his waist. He fucked her deep and slow, grinding against her clit with every thrust, the wet sound of it loud in the quiet room. Lila met every stroke, nails digging into his shoulders, mouth open against his throat. He held her there, pinned and trembling, driving into her until she came hard around him, pulsing and gasping, and he followed right after, spilling deep inside her with a low, rough groan.
Secret Sessions - Episode 10
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Sep 12, 2023
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Lila knelt on silk sheets in the low amber light, watching Marcus circle her with slow, deliberate steps. His eyes never left the way her thighs parted, the way her nipples tightened in the cool air. When he finally touched her, it was with two fingers dragged straight through her wetness, spreading her open. She gasped, hips tilting toward him. Marcus pressed inside her with one thick finger, then two, curling them until she clenched around him. Her breath hitched, soft and sharp. He worked her open with steady strokes, thumb circling her clit in time with each thrust. She rocked against his hand, chasing the rhythm, sweat already gathering along her spine. When he withdrew his fingers, she made a small, broken sound. Marcus wiped them across her lips, letting her taste herself. Then he pushed her down onto her back, spread her wider, and sank his cock into her in one long, smooth stroke that stole the air from her lungs. She took all of him. Her body arched, fingers gripping the sheets, legs wrapping tight around his waist. He fucked her deep and slow, grinding against her clit with every thrust, the wet sound of it loud in the quiet room. Lila met every stroke, nails digging into his shoulders, mouth open against his throat. He held her there, pinned and trembling, driving into her until she came hard around him, pulsing and gasping, and he followed right after, spilling deep inside her with a low, rough groan.
