Secret Sessions - Episode 4

She sinks down on him slow, her thighs trembling. He's thick and her body has to give, but once he's seated deep the pressure turns into something else entirely—heat spreading outward, making her inner walls clench around every ridge and vein. His hands bracket her hips, thumbs pressing crescents into the soft flesh just above her hipbones. She rocks once, testing. The motion drags a low sound from his chest, and his grip tightens like he might stop her, or pull her harder onto him—she can't tell which. He lifts his chin, eyes half-lidded, watching where they meet. She can feel every subtle shift of him inside, the way he pulses when she grinds down again. A slick sound fills the space between them each time she rises and falls. His fingers slide lower, cupping her ass, parting her for his next thrust. The angle changes and she gasps, head tipping back. She rides him with purpose now, hips snapping in a rhythm that's less graceful and more desperate. Sweat beads at the small of her back; his palms catch it, spreading the moisture as he urges her faster. Her thighs burn. Her cunt flutters around him, close already, and the thought makes her clench harder. He groans and bucks up to meet her, burying himself to the hilt, grinding against that spot that makes her vision spark white. When she comes she folds forward, teeth finding his shoulder, body shaking through it while he holds her there and fucks up into the aftershocks until he follows, spilling hot and deep inside her.