Truth about Sex - Episode 5

She straddles him on the bed, knees planted firm, then sinks down slow until he’s buried to the hilt. He grunts, hips bucking up. She stays still, letting him feel every inch inside her. Her fingers trail along his ribs, nails grazing skin. He tilts his head back, throat exposed. She leans in, teeth scraping his neck. His hands grip her ass, squeezing, urging. She rocks forward, then back, finding the angle that makes her gasp. He meets each motion, thrusts sharp and deep. Sweat beads on her spine. He pushes her onto her back, spreads her wide, and drives in harder. The headboard knocks the wall in a steady rhythm. She wraps her legs around him, heels digging into muscle. He buries his face in her tits, tongue swirling over a nipple before sucking hard. She arches, breath catching, then pulls his mouth to hers. Their tongues slide together, messy and urgent. He pulls out, flips her, and yanks her hips up. One hand fists her hair, the other guides himself back inside. He fucks her rough, skin slapping, her moans turning ragged. She reaches between her legs, rubbing her clit fast. Heat coils tight. He feels it, curses, slams in deeper. She comes first, pulsing around him. He follows, groaning, spilling hot inside her.