Torn Part 2 Episodes
Torn Part 2 - Episode 1
She pushes me back against the velvet chaise. Her silk robe slides from her shoulders and pools on the floor like spilled wine. Her mouth finds mine, hot, hungry. Teeth graze my bottom lip. I taste the salt on her skin. She climbs into my lap, knees sinking into the cushions on either side of me, and takes my cock in one smooth stroke. Her hips roll. Slow. Deep. Each movement drags a moan from her throat that vibrates against my lips. My hands grip the small of her back, guiding her down harder. Sweat beads between her breasts. I lean forward, tongue catching the drop before it falls. She arches, nails digging crescents into my shoulders. I thrust up to meet her, skin slapping, breath quickening. The room smells of sex and her jasmine perfume. She leans back, riding faster now, breasts bouncing with every drop of her hips. Her eyes lock on mine, dark, heavy-lidded. My fingers find her clit, circling tight. She gasps, body clenching around me. I feel her pulse, tight and wet, gripping me until she shudders and breaks. I follow, spilling inside her with a groan that rips from my chest. Her forehead rests against mine, our breaths mingling in the dark.
She pushes me back against the velvet chaise. Her silk robe slides from her shoulders and pools on the floor like spilled wine. Her mouth finds mine, hot, hungry. Teeth graze my bottom lip. I taste the salt on her skin. She climbs into my lap, knees sinking into the cushions on either side of me, and takes my cock in one smooth stroke. Her hips roll. Slow. Deep. Each movement drags a moan from her throat that vibrates against my lips. My hands grip the small of her back, guiding her down harder. Sweat beads between her breasts. I lean forward, tongue catching the drop before it falls. She arches, nails digging crescents into my shoulders. I thrust up to meet her, skin slapping, breath quickening. The room smells of sex and her jasmine perfume. She leans back, riding faster now, breasts bouncing with every drop of her hips. Her eyes lock on mine, dark, heavy-lidded. My fingers find her clit, circling tight. She gasps, body clenching around me. I feel her pulse, tight and wet, gripping me until she shudders and breaks. I follow, spilling inside her with a groan that rips from my chest. Her forehead rests against mine, our breaths mingling in the dark.