SexArt - Episode 3

She slides onto him in one slow, deliberate motion. Her cunt grips tight around his cock, wet heat swallowing him inch by inch until her ass rests flush against his thighs. Her breath catches, then steadies. She stays still a moment, letting the stretch settle, letting him feel every pulse and flutter inside her. Then she begins to move—rolling her hips in long, sinuous circles, grinding her clit against the base of him. Sweat beads between her breasts and slips down her belly. He reaches up and palms one, thumb flicking over the tight nipple, and she lets out a low, throaty sound that curls straight into his spine. She leans forward, hands braced on his chest, and rides harder. Her rhythm breaks into quick, shallow thrusts. Her thighs tremble. The wet slap of skin fills the room. When he thrusts up to meet her, she gasps and clenches around him. Her walls flutter once, twice, then lock down hard as her orgasm hits. She keeps moving through it, drawing it out until he spills inside her with a groan that sounds almost pained.