Intimate Tales - Episode 3

She drops to her knees, mouth already open, hungry. The silk robe slides off her shoulders and pools at her hips. Her hands wrap around his length, firm and warm, and she presses her tongue against the head before taking him in. Slow at first. She likes the weight, the heat. Likes how his fingers tighten in her hair when she slides deeper, her throat working around him. Spit trails down her chin. She doesn't wipe it away. Just keeps moving, sucking harder now, eyes flicking up to watch him watching her. His breathing changes. His thighs tense under her hands. She pulls off just long enough to drag her tongue along the underside, trace the vein, then takes him again. This time faster. No mercy. He groans her name like it hurts. Her hand strokes what her mouth can't reach, wrist twisting, fingers slick. She can feel him getting close. She doesn't stop. She won't. Not until he gives her exactly what she came for.