Sexcetera - Episode 69

She squared up to him like it was a fight, jaw tight, breath short. Then her fists sank straight into the front of his trousers, knuckles dragging over the hard line of him. He made a sound low in his throat as her fingers wrapped tight. She squeezed, thumb rubbing the tip until the fabric dampened under her touch. His hips jerked forward, pushing into her grip. She didn't let up. Her other hand worked the button, the zip, peeling him open. His cock sprang free, hot and heavy against her palm, a slick bead already gathering at the crown. She ran her thumb through it, slicking the head with slow, tight circles. He grunted, hips rolling in time with her strokes. She kept her stance wide, shoulders set, like she was still braced for a brawl, but now both hands worked him—fist sliding, twisting, squeezing the base while her other hand milked the tip. Every pull dragged a moan out of him. Sweat gathered at his hairline. His balls drew up tight under her touch. She leaned in, mouth brushing his ear. 'Still want to box?' she murmured, and gave one last, brutal stroke that left him gasping, thighs shaking, come spilling hot over her knuckles.