Sexcetera - Episode 51

She takes him in her mouth, lips sliding down the shaft with slow purpose. Her tongue presses flat along the underside, tasting every ridge and vein. He hardens against her palate, the head nudging the back of her throat. She breathes through her nose and sinks deeper, spit slicking down to her knuckles. He watches, jaw tight, one hand fisted in her hair. She pulls back until only the tip rests on her tongue, then swallows him again, faster now. Saliva drips from her chin onto his balls. His hips lift off the mattress and she lets him fuck her mouth, throat working, eyes watering. When he pulls free, a string of spit stretches between her lower lip and his cock. She wipes it with two fingers, spreads the mess across her breasts, then climbs over him. She lines up and sinks down in one smooth motion, cunt swallowing every inch. Her thighs tremble. She grinds, circles, rides. Sweat beads between her shoulder blades and rolls down her spine. He grips her hips hard enough to bruise, thrusting up to meet her. The wet slap of skin fills the room. She leans forward, palms flat on his chest, and lets him drive into her until her voice breaks on his name.