Eternal Allure - Episode 10

She sits with her back arched, hips rolling against the velvet seat. Her dress has ridden up past the top of her thigh-highs. The man between her legs pushes the lace aside and finds her already wet. He slips two fingers in slow, stretching her with deliberate pressure. She exhales hard through parted lips, then bites them shut as he curls the tips upward. Her knees widen. The motion makes the fabric whisper against her skin. He keeps his wrist steady, thumb circling her clit in tight, wet passes. Her breath catches every time he presses deeper, knuckles brushing the edge of her entrance. She reaches down without looking, tangles her fingers in his hair, and guides him closer. His mouth follows. Tongue flat at first, then pointed, tracing the same path his fingers take inside her. She feels the heat of it, the slow drag of his tongue over her clit each time his fingers pull back. He hums against her. The vibration shoots straight up her spine. She tilts her hips, seeking more. He answers with a third finger. The stretch burns, then blooms. She feels herself clench around the added girth, slick dripping down his hand. He drags his tongue lower, tasting where his fingers disappear inside her, then returns to her clit with steady, merciless strokes. Her heels dig into the cushion. The car sways, but she hardly notices. Her thighs tremble. She comes in one long, silent pulse, clenching hard around his fingers, her hand fisted tight in his hair. He doesn't stop until her grip loosens and her breath evens out. Then he leans back, lips wet, eyes dark, and watches her chest rise and fall as the last ripples pass through her.