Playboy Muses - Episode 9

Cora rises from the bath, water sliding down her body in slow ribbons. She moves to the window and stands there dripping, the silk of her skin catching the light. I watch from the bed. She knows I am watching. Her hand slips between her thighs. Two fingers part her lips and she rubs slowly, deliberately, the motion lazy and unashamed. Her hips rock once, twice. A soft sound leaves her throat. She turns, eyes half-lidded, and walks toward me. She climbs over my lap and sinks down without asking. The heat of her slick cunt wraps around me in one smooth, tight motion. I feel every inch. Her hands grip my shoulders and she begins to ride, rolling her hips with slow, grinding pressure. Wet sounds fill the quiet room. Her breasts brush my chest with each rise and fall. I reach up, thumb her nipple, and she leans in, mouth open against mine. Her tongue tastes like wine and salt. She fucks me harder, breath ragged, thighs trembling. When she comes, she clamps around me and stays there, grinding through it. I hold her hips and thrust up once, twice, filling her. She bites my shoulder and laughs, low and satisfied. She stays on top, warm and heavy, my cock still inside her. Outside the rain starts. Neither of us moves.