Girls of MetArt - Episode 4

She sat there, legs open, the shape of her sex framed by soft thighs. He touched her. His fingers found heat. The folds opened under him like something waiting to be read. She trembled once, then stilled. He entered her. The fit was tight at first, but her body gave way inch by inch, wet and warm around him. Her breath caught. He moved deeper. Her nails pressed into his back, hard enough to leave half-moons. She wrapped her legs around his waist and pulled him in. Every thrust sent a small shock through her hips. Her nipples rubbed against his chest. Sweat slicked the skin between them. He felt her tighten, a sudden grip, then the slow pulse of her coming. She gasped his name into the side of his neck. He followed. The finish was sharp and sudden, heat spilling inside her. They stayed there, tangled, breathing the same air, skin cooling where it touched.