SexArt - Episode 5

She slipped into the room barefoot, the white dress whispering against her thighs. He sat on the edge of the bed, shirt unbuttoned, watching her cross the floor. Neither said a word. She stopped between his knees and lifted the dress over her head in one motion. No bra. White lace panties and nothing else. He hooked his fingers into the waistband, dragged them down slowly, the fabric catching for a moment on her hip before falling away. She stepped free of them, skin bare in the low light. He stayed seated, hands sliding up the backs of her thighs, pulling her closer until her stomach brushed his face. Her fingers threaded through his hair. He breathed her in. Then he stood, turning her toward the bed, pressing her forward until her palms hit the sheets. He knelt behind her. His mouth found her first—slow, wet, deliberate. She pushed back against his tongue, breathing harder. He gripped her hips, spread her wider, licked deeper until her legs started to shake. When he finally rose and pushed inside her, she gasped once, then went quiet, absorbing the stretch. He moved steadily, skin slapping skin, one hand pressing down between her shoulder blades to keep her low. The other reached beneath her, fingers finding her clit, working her in tight circles while he fucked her. She came hard, fists twisting in the sheets, a broken sound leaving her throat. He didn't stop. He kept driving into her, chasing his own finish, finally burying himself deep with a low groan as he emptied into her.