Intimate Tales - Episode 5

She steps into the frame, silk sliding off her shoulders, exposing the tight swell of her breasts and the dark nipples already stiff from the air. He watches from the bed, cock half-hard against his thigh, then pulls her down so she straddles him. Their mouths meet once, hard, then again, wetter. She grinds her bare cunt along his length, slick leaving a glossy streak on his skin. He cups her ass, spreads her open, and presses two fingers inside without asking. She gasps, rides down onto them, hips rolling in a tight figure-eight. When he replaces his fingers with his cock she sinks fast, taking every inch until her clit presses flush to his pelvis. They fuck like that—her on top, his hands gripping her waist, her tits bouncing with each thrust. Sweat beads between them. She leans back, hands braced on his knees, letting him watch his shaft disappear into her again and again. He reaches down, thumb circling her swollen clit in short, brutal strokes until she breaks, cunt pulsing around him, mouth open on a silent cry. He follows right after, pumping up into her, flooding her deep while her walls keep squeezing, milking the last thick spurts from him.