Secret Sessions - Episode 7

She wraps her hand around him, thumb tracing the vein along his shaft as she works him in slow, deliberate strokes. The room smells like sweat and expensive perfume. Her other hand slips between her own thighs, fingers slick as she touches herself in time with the rhythm she's giving him. He watches the way her wrist moves, the small catch in her breath when she finds the right spot. She doesn't ask permission. Just leans in and takes him in her mouth, warm and wet, tongue pressing flat against the underside while her hand keeps working what won't fit. His fingers find her hair. Not pulling, just holding. She pulls back only to spit on him, spreads it with her palm, then sinks down again. The sound is filthy. She keeps her eyes open, watching his face as she takes him deeper each time. Her own fingers never stop moving between her legs. When she moans around him, the vibration travels straight through.