Sexcape - Episode 9

Ryan pulled Megan’s hips to the edge of the bed. He sank into her with one deep stroke that made her breath catch. The cheap hotel mattress creaked beneath them, but they barely noticed; they were lost in the heat between her legs and the slow grind of his pelvis against her clit. She reached for him, fingernails dragging over his back, urging him deeper, harder. He gave it to her. Sweat gathered at his temples, trickled down his chest, and dripped onto her breasts. She tasted the salt when she licked him off her own skin. His cock swelled inside her, thick and insistent, and she clenched around him, milking every inch. He groaned her name like it hurt to hold it back, then fucked her faster, his balls slapping against her ass. She came first, loud, hips bucking, heels digging into his calves. Two more thrusts and he followed, spilling hot and heavy inside her, their bodies jerking together until they stilled. The room smelled of skin and sex. Outside, the Salta night kept going. Inside, they lay tangled, breathing the same air, hearts still hammering like the drums they’d heard earlier in the square.