Sextreme Makeover - Episode 3

She arched toward him, hips rising off the sheets, spine flexing like a bow. He held her open with both palms, thumbs parting her swollen lips, exposing the wet heat beneath. Her clit throbbed under his tongue—slow, deliberate circles at first, then firmer, faster, the flat of it dragging upward until her thighs trembled against his ears. He sucked the tender bud between his lips, flicking it once, twice, the sound wet and obscene. Her hands fisted the pillow above her head, knuckles whitening. His fingers followed. Two slid inside without resistance, knuckles pressing past the tight ring of muscle, curling upward until they found the spongy patch that made her jolt. He pumped them in time with his mouth, the rhythm relentless, and her hips chased each stroke like she couldn’t help it. She was dripping now, slick coating his knuckles, running down the cleft of her ass. He added a third finger. She gasped, a sharp little sound that broke into a moan when he twisted his wrist, stretching her wider. When he pulled back, his mouth glistened. He wiped it across her inner thigh, marking her. Then he pressed forward again, this time sliding one slick finger lower, circling the tight pucker between her cheeks. She tensed, then relaxed as he eased inside—just the tip at first, then deeper, the second knuckle disappearing while his other hand kept working her cunt. The dual pressure made her toes curl. She came with a ragged cry, thighs clamping around his head, cunt pulsing around his fingers, ass clenching around the intrusion. He didn’t stop until she was shaking, until she pushed weakly at his shoulder, oversensitive and slick with sweat. Later, he flipped her onto her stomach, lifted her hips, and slid into her from behind in one smooth thrust. The angle hit deeper than usual. Her face pressed into the mattress, mouth open, breath hitching every time his pelvis slapped against her ass. He reached around, found her clit again, rubbed it in tight circles while he fucked her harder, the slap of skin on skin loud in the quiet room. She came again, quieter this time, a long, low moan that trailed into nothing as her body went limp beneath him.