Secret Sessions - Episode 4

She stood at the foot of his bed wearing nothing but black stockings and the dim glow from the streetlamp outside. He watched her from the pillows, already hard, the sheet tenting over his lap. She climbed over him, knees sinking into the mattress on either side of his hips, and reached between them to guide his cock to her entrance. She sank down in one slow, wet slide until she had taken every inch. Her head fell back, throat exposed, and a low sound escaped her throat when she started to move. She rocked her hips in tight circles, then lifted and dropped again, the slap of skin against skin filling the quiet room. Sweat gathered between her breasts and ran down her stomach. He gripped her ass, fingers sinking into soft flesh, and met each descent with a thrust that knocked the breath out of her. She leaned forward, palms planted on his chest, hair falling across her face, and ground down harder, chasing the friction she needed. When she came she bit her lip until it bled, then collapsed against him, still clenching around his cock as he kept driving up into her, chasing his own release.