SexArt - Episode 2

She straddled him slowly, knees sinking into the sheets. One hand braced against his chest, the other reached down to wrap around his cock. She held him steady, felt him twitch in her palm. Her hips rolled forward and she pressed the head against her cunt, parting herself inch by inch. She sank down until he filled her completely, thighs trembling, breath hitching as her body took every inch. He looked up at her and groaned. She started to move, rolling her hips in a tight circle, then lifting, sliding almost off him before dropping again. The wet sound of her cunt swallowing him filled the room. Her breasts swayed above his face. He reached up and caught one, thumb brushing her nipple, and she ground down harder, clenching around him. Sweat gathered at the small of her back. She leaned forward, hands planted beside his head, and rode him with short, deep strokes that made her breath come ragged. Her thighs burned. She didn't stop. She fucked him like she had nowhere else to be, every motion deliberate, every thrust a promise she intended to keep until he spilled inside her.