She climbed on top of him with the lights still on, every inch of her bare skin visible. The silk robe slipped from her shoulders and landed somewhere near the bed. His hands found her waist, fingers pressing into the soft curve of her hips as she positioned herself above him. She reached down, gripped his cock firmly, and guided him inside her. The wet sound of her taking him filled the room. She sank down slowly, letting him stretch her, her breath catching as he filled her completely. Her thighs trembled. She started moving, rolling her hips in a steady rhythm that made her breasts sway. He watched her face the whole time—lips parted, eyes half-closed, that small crease between her brows when he hit the right spot. She leaned forward, palms flat on his chest, and fucked him harder. Sweat gathered at the hollow of her throat. He grabbed her ass, spread her wider, thrust up to meet her. Her moan broke into a gasp. She clenched around him, slick and tight, riding him faster now. He sat up suddenly, mouth on her nipple, sucking hard while his hands kept her moving. She came with a sharp cry, her body shaking, nails digging into his shoulders. He didn’t stop. He flipped her onto her back, pushed her knees open, and drove into her again, deeper this time. She was still pulsing around him. He fucked her through it, each thrust wetter than the last. Her legs wrapped around his waist. She pulled him closer, whispered something filthy against his ear. He came hard, buried to the hilt, pulse after pulse emptying inside her. They stayed like that, breathing hard, skin sticking together, the sheets damp beneath them.
She climbed on top of him with the lights still on, every inch of her bare skin visible. The silk robe slipped from her shoulders and landed somewhere near the bed. His hands found her waist, fingers pressing into the soft curve of her hips as she positioned herself above him. She reached down, gripped his cock firmly, and guided him inside her. The wet sound of her taking him filled the room. She sank down slowly, letting him stretch her, her breath catching as he filled her completely. Her thighs trembled. She started moving, rolling her hips in a steady rhythm that made her breasts sway. He watched her face the whole time—lips parted, eyes half-closed, that small crease between her brows when he hit the right spot. She leaned forward, palms flat on his chest, and fucked him harder. Sweat gathered at the hollow of her throat. He grabbed her ass, spread her wider, thrust up to meet her. Her moan broke into a gasp. She clenched around him, slick and tight, riding him faster now. He sat up suddenly, mouth on her nipple, sucking hard while his hands kept her moving. She came with a sharp cry, her body shaking, nails digging into his shoulders. He didn’t stop. He flipped her onto her back, pushed her knees open, and drove into her again, deeper this time. She was still pulsing around him. He fucked her through it, each thrust wetter than the last. Her legs wrapped around his waist. She pulled him closer, whispered something filthy against his ear. He came hard, buried to the hilt, pulse after pulse emptying inside her. They stayed like that, breathing hard, skin sticking together, the sheets damp beneath them.
