Sexcetera - Episode 27

She slides her fingers between her legs, slow and deliberate, pressing circles against the slick heat there. The wet sound fills the quiet room. She watches him watch her, lips parted, breath coming quicker now. He strokes himself in time with her rhythm, thumb sliding over the head with each pass. She turns onto her stomach, hips lifted, and reaches back to spread herself open. The skin there is flushed, glistening, the tight ring of muscle clenching as she traces it with one fingertip. He moves closer, knees sinking into the mattress, and runs the blunt head of his cock along her folds, gathering wetness before he pushes in. She takes him inch by inch, a low sound caught in her throat. He grips her hips hard enough to leave marks and fucks her deep, the slap of skin on skin sharp and steady. When he pulls out, he presses lower, testing, until the head catches and pushes past that tighter ring. She gasps, muscles fluttering around him, but she pushes back, taking more. He moves slow at first, then harder, her body giving way. Sweat gathers at the small of her back. He reaches under her and rubs her clit in quick, firm strokes until she shakes apart around him. He follows right after, buried deep, pulsing hot inside her.