69 Things 2Do B4 U Die - Episode 10

She slides her hand beneath silk sheets, finding him already hard, the weight of him warm against her palm. She closes her fingers around the length and strokes once, twice, slow enough to make his breath hitch. His thigh tenses under hers. She watches the muscle flex, watches his cock pulse at the root, then dips lower to cup him where he feels heaviest. He shifts, hips rising to meet her grip, and she keeps the rhythm steady—long, deliberate pulls that make him grunt into the dark. When he reaches for her breast she catches his wrist, pins it above his head, and straddles him without hurry. She grinds her wet slit along the ridge of his cock, coating him in her slick, then sinks down in one seamless motion until she’s filled to the hilt. They pause there, breathing the same air, until she starts to ride—short, tight rolls of her hips that grind her clit against him with every stroke. He watches her take what she wants, watches her tits sway, watches her mouth fall open on each downward thrust. She leans forward, fists braced on his chest, and fucks him harder, the wet slap of skin echoing off the walls. He slips a hand between them, thumb circling her clit until her rhythm breaks and she comes with a sharp cry, pulsing around him. Only then does he flip her onto her back, hook her legs over his shoulders, and drive in deep. The new angle knocks the breath from her lungs. He pounds into her, relentless, sweat slicking their bellies, until his own release hits and he spills hot inside her. They stay locked together, trembling, hearts hammering, the sheets twisted around their ankles like evidence.