Intimate Tales - Episode 1

Her name on the title card made him hard before the first scene even started. She looked at him like she knew it. The camera found her on silk sheets, legs open, one hand already between them. He stepped closer. She didn't hide anything. Her nipples were tight from the cool air and the anticipation. He took one in his mouth and she let out a low sound, something between a sigh and a moan, that made his cock twitch against his zipper. She tasted clean and warm. He sucked harder. She grabbed his hair and pulled him down until his tongue slid over her clit. She was wet already, slick under his mouth, and he licked her like he meant to stay there. Her hips lifted. He pushed two fingers inside her while he worked his tongue, slow at first, then deeper when she asked for more. She came with a sharp cry, thighs shaking around his head. He didn't stop. He licked her through it until she pushed his face away, panting, eyes glassy. Then she sat up, unzipped him, and took his cock in her hand like she'd been thinking about it all day. She stroked him once, twice, then leaned in and licked the head. Her tongue was soft and wet and she didn't rush. She took him into her mouth inch by inch until her lips met her fist. He groaned. She sucked harder. He thrust shallowly, careful not to choke her, but she took more. Saliva ran down his shaft. She looked up at him with her mouth full and he almost lost it right there. She pulled off, strings of spit connecting her lips to his cock, and told him to fuck her. He pushed her back on the bed, spread her legs, and slid inside in one long stroke. She was tight and hot and so wet he almost slipped out on the first thrust. He set a rhythm that made the headboard knock. She met every stroke. Her nails dug into his back. He fucked her until she came again, clenching around him, and then he pulled out and came on her stomach, thick and hot. She dragged a finger through it and licked it clean while he watched.