SexArt - Episode 1

She climbed onto his lap wearing nothing but an open silk robe. Her thighs spread across his jeans. Her cunt hovered just above his cock, already hard and twitching beneath the denim. She rocked forward and let the heat of her rub against him, slow, deliberate. He reached between them and unzipped, pulling his cock free. It sprang up against her slick folds. She sank down without hesitation, taking every inch. Her cunt stretched around him, wet and tight. She moved in tight circles, grinding down until he hit that spot inside her that made her thighs shake. His hands gripped her ass, fingers digging into soft flesh as she rode him harder. Her breath caught each time he thrust up to meet her. Sweat slid down her spine. Her nipples brushed his chest, stiff and aching. He leaned in, caught one in his mouth, sucked hard. She moaned and clenched around him. Her rhythm faltered, then broke. She came with a sharp cry, cunt pulsing around his cock, body folding forward as the pleasure tore through her. He held her through it, cock still buried deep. She trembled, catching her breath against his neck. Then she started moving again.