The Warm Up - Episode 1

She straddled him slowly, knees sinking into the mattress on either side of his hips. Her palm dragged down his chest, feeling the tight pull of muscle, the heat of his skin. When she wrapped her hand around his cock, she gave one slow stroke from base to tip, watching his stomach tense. Pre-cum beaded at the slit and she rubbed it with her thumb, slicking the head until it glistened. His thighs flexed beneath her. She lifted just enough, lined him up, and sank down inch by inch until her ass met his pelvis and they both hissed at the stretch. She stayed still, letting her walls adjust to the thick intrusion, pulse fluttering around him. His hands gripped her hips, thumbs pressing hard enough to bruise. When she finally rolled her hips, the wet sound filled the room. She rode him with deliberate, grinding motions, clit dragging against his pelvis on every pass. Sweat gathered at the small of her back. His fingers slipped between them to find the swollen nub and circled it in tight, quick strokes. She gasped, nails biting his chest, hips stuttering. He thrust up to meet her now, driving deep, the slap of skin loud and rhythmic. She clenched around him, cunt pulsing, thighs shaking, until the orgasm ripped through her in hot, rolling waves. He followed seconds later, spilling inside her with a low groan, body rigid under hers.