Sextreme Makeover - Episode 5

We push open the door and step right into their living room, where the air already smells like warm skin and sex that stopped too soon. She sits on the edge of the sofa, thighs spread, robe barely hanging on one shoulder. He stands between her knees, stiff and leaking. I place the cool pear against her mouth. She bites. Juice runs down her chin, over one nipple. He follows the trail with his tongue. I slide the pear lower, press its rounded end between her folds. She shivers. He watches, breathing hard. I tell him to fuck her. He slides in deep, the pear still trapped against her clit, slick with their wetness. Every thrust pushes the fruit tighter to her. She comes with a sharp cry, hips jerking, the pear crushed between them, dripping down his balls. We leave them tangled on the floor, fruit and sweat cooling on their skin, already reaching for each other again.