Intimate Tales - Episode 7

He had her bent over the velvet chaise, the silk of her dress pulled up and twisted at her waist. His hands gripped her hips hard enough to leave marks. She spread wider for him without being told. He slid two fingers through her folds, found her already wet and pulsing. He pushed in slowly, then pulled out just to watch the way her body tried to keep him. When she pushed back against his hand, he pulled away and replaced his fingers with the blunt head of his cock. He sank into her in one steady thrust. Her breath caught. She clenched around him, gripping him so tight he had to pause, teeth bared against the pleasure. He started moving, deep and deliberate, every stroke forcing a small sound from her throat. The sound of skin meeting skin filled the quiet room. She reached down between her legs and circled her clit, chasing her own pleasure while he fucked her. Her thighs started to shake. He leaned over her back, one hand sliding up to close around her throat—not hard, just enough to hold her in place while he drove into her harder. When she came, she cried out and went tight around him, pulsing in waves. He followed seconds later, burying himself to the hilt as he spilled inside her, hips jerking with the force of it. They stayed locked together, breathing hard, her body still fluttering around him as he softened inside her.