Intimate Tales - Episode 9

She drops her robe. The silk whispers down her legs and pools at her ankles. Candlelight licks across bare skin—smooth shoulders, tight nipples, the dip of her waist. He watches from the edge of the bed, breath steady, cock already hard beneath the towel. She climbs into his lap without a word. Their mouths meet, slow and wet, tongues sliding, teeth catching now and then. Her hips roll forward and back, sliding her slick cunt along the length of him through the towel until the fabric’s damp and she’s trembling. He grips her ass, spreads her wider, rubs the thick head of his cock right against her opening. She sinks down, inch by inch, until she’s seated to the hilt, breath caught, cunt clenching. He starts to thrust upward, steady, deep. Every stroke drags a gasp out of her. She leans back, palms braced on his thighs, letting him watch her tits bounce with each push. Sweat beads between her breasts. She grinds down harder, chasing friction on her clit. He slips a thumb over the swollen nub, circles tight and fast until her thighs shake. She comes first—sharp, sudden, walls pulsing around him—and he follows seconds later, buried deep, pumping hot and thick inside her.