Totally Busted - Episode 3

She appears like a secret you didn’t know you were keeping. Long legs catch the low light first. Then the tight dress—black, short, daring the eye to finish the sentence it starts. She turns with lazy grace, like she’s always had an audience. One knee on the cushion, hips rolling as she climbs across his lap. She settles right where she wants him, thighs spread, weight deliberate. She doesn’t rush. Her hand slips between them, finds what she’s after, and curls around the thickness pushing against his zipper. She gives it one slow stroke through the cloth, then the other, until the fabric feels too thin to matter. Her thumb circles the swollen head, teasing the wet spot she feels there. He exhales hard. She smiles, quick and wicked, then lifts her hips just enough to free him. The moment skin meets skin, the room seems smaller. She lowers herself in one smooth drop, breath catching when he stretches her open. No words, just the wet sound of her taking all of him. She rides him with slow, grinding rolls, clit brushing his pelvis every time she sinks. His hands tighten on her waist, trying to guide her, but she’s already setting the pace. Harder now. Deeper. Her breath turns rough, lips parted, head tipping back. She feels him pulse inside her, heat building with every wet slap of skin. When he groans her name like a confession, she clenches around him and keeps moving—hungry, focused, taking everything he has to give.