Eternal Allure - Episode 7

Her hand slides down his chest, fingertips tracing each ridge of muscle until she reaches the waistband of his pants. She pops the button open with one quick flick, then drags the zipper down slow, letting her knuckles brush against him. He is already hard, thick heat pressing against the thin cotton. She wraps her fingers around him through the fabric, gives him one firm squeeze, and watches his breath catch. The room is quiet except for the rustle of clothes and the wet sound of their mouths meeting again. She pushes his pants down his hips, takes his cock in her bare hand, strokes him once from root to tip, thumb sliding over the slick head. He groans into her neck and she feels the vibration against her lips. He grabs her thighs, lifts her onto the edge of the table, spreads her open with his palms. One finger pushes inside her, then two, working deep and steady while his thumb circles her clit. Her hips roll with his rhythm, slick coating his knuckles. When he pulls his fingers free she feels the empty ache for only a moment before he replaces them with the blunt head of his cock, pressing forward, stretching her inch by inch until he bottoms out. She bites his shoulder. He starts to thrust, hard, deep, the table creaking beneath them. Every stroke drags a new sound from her throat. He fucks her like he means to leave proof inside her. She claws at his back, heels digging into his ass, pulling him closer, deeper, until the tension snaps and she comes around him, tight and shaking. He follows seconds later, burying himself to the hilt, heat pulsing deep inside her.