Bare Bliss - Episode 8

Her hips rolled slow and steady over his face, her cunt glistening, lips parting slick with each pass. She braced her hands on the headboard, thighs trembling as his tongue flattened and dragged upward, catching every drop. His hands gripped her ass, fingers digging in hard enough to leave marks. She lowered herself again, grinding against his mouth. He moaned into her, the sound vibrating through her clit. She arched back and reached behind, found his cock already thick and leaking. Her fingers closed around him, tight, stroking once, twice, deliberate. He bucked up into her fist. She smiled and squeezed harder. Her free hand drifted down, slipped between his legs, and pressed two fingers against his rim, teasing but not entering. His breath hitched. She didn’t push in, just circled, slow and relentless, feeling the muscle twitch under her touch. His tongue worked faster now, desperate. She rolled her hips in tighter circles, chasing that edge. Sweat slid down her spine. Her thighs clenched. She came with a low sound, grinding through it until her legs shook and she had to lift off him, oversensitive, breath sharp in her chest. She slid down his body and sank onto his cock without warning, taking him all the way in one smooth motion. He gasped, hips jerking. She stayed still, adjusting, then started to ride him—hard, controlled, every rise and fall deliberate. Her hand found his throat and stayed there, light but possessive. He reached for her breasts, thumbs brushing her nipples, but she caught his wrists and pinned them above his head. Leaned down. Bit his lower lip and tugged until he moaned again. Her pace never faltered. She fucked him like she owned every inch of him, and right then, she did.