Eternal Allure - Episode 3

She walked into the room like she already owned what was about to happen. The red dress clung to her curves, thin straps threatening to slip with every step, and he watched the fabric brush her thighs, each movement deliberate. She stopped in front of him, close enough that he caught the scent of her skin—warm, sweet, something faintly like citrus left on sun-heated flesh. Her eyes met his without hesitation. "Take it off," she said. He reached for the zipper at her side. The dress whispered down her body and pooled at her feet, leaving her in nothing but black lace that barely covered her nipples and the small triangle between her legs. She stood still, letting him look. His fingers traced the edge of her bra, then slid lower, brushing the damp fabric between her thighs. She was already wet. He pressed his fingers against the lace and felt her heat seep through, then slipped the material aside. Two fingers pushed inside her, slow, testing, and she exhaled through parted lips, hips tilting forward to take him deeper. He dropped to his knees. His tongue found her clit through the lace first, pressing, circling, before he tugged the panties down and buried his mouth against her bare cunt. She tasted sharp and clean. He licked her in long, deliberate strokes, then sucked the swollen bud between his lips while his fingers kept working inside her, curling just enough to make her thighs tremble. She grabbed his hair, holding him there, grinding against his mouth until her breath broke into short, ragged sounds. When she came, it was sudden and silent at first—just a tightening, a rush of wetness across his tongue—then a low, throaty moan that filled the room. He didn’t stop until she pulled him back by the hair, pupils blown wide, lips parted. She pushed him onto the bed and straddled him. Her hand wrapped around his cock, guiding the head between her folds, rubbing herself along his length until he was slick with her arousal. She sank down in one smooth motion, taking him to the hilt. The heat of her cunt clenched around him, wet and tight. She rode him hard, hips rolling, breasts bouncing with each thrust. He gripped her waist, meeting every downward stroke, the slap of skin loud in the quiet room. He flipped her onto her back without pulling out. Her legs locked around his hips as he drove into her, deeper now, angle changed. Sweat slicked their skin. She reached between them and rubbed her clit in tight circles, chasing another orgasm while he fucked her. When she came again, her walls pulsed around him, dragging him over the edge. He buried himself deep and came with a low groan, pulse after pulse filling her. Afterward, she lay sprawled beneath him, breathing hard, a faint smile on her lips. He stayed inside her until their heartbeats slowed.