Bare Bliss - Episode 7

She stepped into the suite and let the towel slip. Her nipples tightened instantly from the cool air. He watched from the bed, legs spread, cock already hard and resting against his stomach. She walked straight to him, climbed up, and took hold of it without asking. Her palm slid down the shaft once, twice, then she lined him up and sank down in one slow motion until her ass met his thighs. The stretch burned. She stayed there, breathing through it, hips rolling in small circles to feel every inch press against her walls. He reached up and cupped both breasts, thumbs flicking the stiff peaks until she moaned and started to lift and drop. Wet sounds filled the room each time she came down. He thrust up to meet her, hands now gripping her waist, guiding her harder. She leaned forward, braced her palms on his chest, and rode him faster. Sweat gathered between her shoulder blades. His hand slid between them and found her clit, rubbing tight circles that made her thighs shake. She clenched around him and came with a sharp gasp, pussy pulsing and dripping down his balls. He kept rubbing, drawing it out until she was whimpering and oversensitive. Then he flipped her onto her back, pushed her knees wide, and drove in deep. The new angle punched the breath from her lungs. He fucked her steady and hard, watching her tits bounce with each thrust. She reached down and held herself open for him, two fingers framing her swollen clit. He looked down at where they met, watched his cock disappear into her wet heat, and groaned. "Come inside me," she said. He did. Three final thrusts and he buried himself to the hilt, spilling hot and thick. She felt every pulse. He stayed inside her while they caught their breath, then pulled out slow. Cum leaked from her, sliding down the curve of her ass onto the sheets. She ran two fingers through it and brought them to her mouth.