The Tryst List - Episode 1

He stands in the middle of the bedroom. She moves first. Her fingers find the clasp on her dress and it slides from her shoulders to pool around her feet. He watches her. His breathing slows, deepens. She steps forward until the heat of her body reaches him. His hand rises to cup one breast, thumb brushing the hardened nipple. Her lips part. She reaches down and works his belt free. The buckle clicks. She pushes his jeans lower. His cock springs free, already stiff. She wraps her fingers around it and strokes once, slow, testing its weight. He groans. She drops to her knees. Her tongue traces the head, tasting the first bead of pre-come before she takes him deeper. He feels her throat open around him. Her hand works the base in time with her mouth. He reaches for her hair, not forcing, just holding. She moans around his length. The sound vibrates straight through him. She pulls off, saliva stringing from her lips to his glistening cock. She stands, turns, places her palms flat against the wall. Her hips tilt back. He steps in close. His cock slides between her thighs, dragging through wet folds. He lines up and pushes inside in one long, steady stroke. Her back arches. He fucks her with measured rhythm. Each thrust lands deep. His fingers dig into the soft flesh of her hips. She pushes back to meet him. Sweat builds at the small of her back. He leans in, bites the curve of her shoulder. The sting makes her clench around him. Her legs tremble. He reaches around and circles her clit with two fingers. She comes with a sharp cry, thighs shaking. He follows seconds later, emptying inside her in hard pulses. They stay joined, breathing hard, bodies slick against each other.