Secret Sessions - Episode 1

She walked in like she'd been here before, but tonight felt different. The room waited for her, dim and warm, the kind of quiet that only exists between two people who already know what they want. She let the dress fall. Black silk slipped from her shoulders and hit the floor without ceremony, leaving her in nothing but skin and the faint sheen of sweat at the small of her back. He watched from the chair, legs spread, cock already hard against his thigh. She stepped closer, slow, deliberate, until she stood between his knees. His hands found her hips, thumbs pressing into the soft give of flesh just above bone. She didn't speak. Neither did he. They didn't need to. She dropped to her knees. The carpet bit at her skin, but she stayed there, mouth open, tongue out, waiting. He leaned forward, cupped her jaw, and dragged his thumb across her lower lip until she closed around it and sucked. The pull went straight to his cock. He pulled it free, thick and flushed, and she leaned in without hesitation. Her mouth took him in one smooth motion, down to the base, throat working around the head. She gagged once, pulled back, saliva stringing from her lips to the head of his cock. Then she went down again, deeper, wetter, the sound of it obscene in the quiet room. He held the back of her head, not forcing, just resting there while she worked him over with slow, wet strokes. She came up for air, spit running down her chin, eyes glassy. 'Fuck my mouth,' she said. Simple. Direct. He stood, fed his cock back between her lips, and started to thrust. Not gentle. Not careful. She took it, eyes watering, mascara already starting to smear. Every time he bottomed out, her throat clenched around him, tight and hot and perfect. He pulled out, cock glistening, and pulled her up. She turned without being told, hands on the arm of the chair, ass up, legs spread. He ran two fingers through her cunt—wet, slick, ready—and dragged the head of his cock along her slit before pushing in. She gasped, back arching, and he didn't stop until his hips met the swell of her ass. He fucked her like he meant it. Hard, steady, the wet slap of skin on skin filling the room. She pushed back into every thrust, greedy for it, breath coming in short bursts. His hand wrapped around her throat, not choking, just holding. She came like that, tight around his cock, thighs shaking, a low moan dragged from somewhere deep in her chest. He didn't stop. He fucked her through it, past it, until she was shaking again. When he came, it was deep, cock pulsing, filling her until it leaked down her thighs. He stayed inside her for a moment, breathing hard, then pulled out slow. The mess followed him. She didn't move. Just stayed there, bent over, legs trembling, cunt dripping.