SexArt - Episode 6

He pushes her onto the bed, face down, ass up. The room smells like warm skin and the faint trace of her perfume. She arches her back, spreading her thighs without a word. He takes his time. Runs his palms over the curve of her ass, thumbs parting her open. She's already wet. He leans in, drags his tongue from her clit to her hole, slow and deliberate, tasting her until she moans into the sheets. She pushes back against his mouth. He grips her hips and buries his face deeper, tongue fucking her, then sliding up to circle her ass. She gasps when he presses a finger inside her, slick and easy, curling it just enough. Another finger follows, stretching her open while he sucks her clit. Her legs shake. He spits on her, rubs it in, then replaces his fingers with his cock. He pushes in slow, inch by inch, watching her take him. She grips the sheets, breathing hard. He fucks her in long, deep strokes, his hands holding her open so he can watch every inch disappear inside her. When she comes, it hits hard. Her body tightens around him, pulsing, and he follows right after, pulling out to finish across her ass. The sheets are damp. Neither of them moves.