The Stash - Episode 9

Rachel Perry stands naked in the center of the room, her hand wrapped tight around the base of his cock. She strokes him slow and deliberate, thumb sweeping over the head with each pull. Her fingers glisten. She leans in, lips parted, breath hot against his skin. He grips her hair. She sinks lower. Her mouth takes him deep, tongue pressing flat along the underside as she swallows around him. He thrusts once, twice, and she takes it, eyes watering, spit sliding down her chin. He pulls her off with a wet sound and spins her around, bends her over the edge of the bed. One hand spreads her open. The other guides his cock between her folds. He pushes inside in one steady thrust. She gasps. Her back arches. He fucks her hard, hips slapping against her ass, the rhythm filthy and relentless. Sweat beads on her spine. She moans into the sheets, fingers clutching the fabric. Every stroke drives deeper, filling her until nothing else exists. He reaches around, finds her clit, rubs tight circles until her thighs shake. She comes first, body clenching around him, and he follows seconds later, spilling inside her with a low, broken sound.