Femme Fit - Episode 8

She took her time. Let her eyes climb from the tips of his shoes to the tight seams pulling across his shoulders. When she finally met his gaze, a slow smile spread. She stepped forward, let her hand rest on his chest, and pushed him back onto the couch. The cushion dipped under his weight. She climbed onto his lap, knees planted on either side of his hips, skirt riding up to bare the warm skin of her thighs. With one smooth pull she peeled her top over her head, tossing it somewhere behind her. Her breasts rose free, nipples already stiff, and his hands found them at once, palms sliding over the soft weight. She rocked her hips, felt him stiffen through his trousers, then reached between them and worked the fly open. His cock sprang up, hot against her palm. She stroked him twice, firm and slow, just to hear the catch in his breath, then lifted her hips, slid her panties aside, and sank onto him. The fit was tight, the stretch perfect. She rolled her hips, grinding down until every inch disappeared inside her. He gripped her waist and thrust up to meet her, each movement deep and measured. Sweat gathered at the base of her spine. She leaned in, breath hot against his ear, whispered the filth she wanted next, and took exactly what she asked for.