Truth about Sex - Episode 1

She straddled him, bare skin flushed in the low light. Her hips rolled in a lazy figure-eight while his hands gripped her thighs hard enough to leave faint marks. Each time she rose he slipped almost free, the swollen head of his cock teasing her entrance before she sank back down, taking every inch. The wet sound of it filled the quiet room. He watched her take him, watched her cunt stretch around his thickness, watched the way her slick coated him on every slow withdrawal. Her breath caught when he thrust up to meet her, his cock driving deeper than she expected. She bit her lip, steadying herself with palms flat against his chest. The rhythm changed—faster now, wetter. Her inner muscles fluttered around him, pulling him in, squeezing as if she could keep him there. He felt it coming, that tight coil of heat low in his belly, the sharp edge of release. She leaned forward, breasts brushing his mouth, and whispered, "Don't stop." He didn't.