Pleasure Parlour - Episode 6

She stands naked in the doorway. Soft light washes over her breasts, tracing their curve, catching on the tight peaks. I pull her in by the hips and she laughs, low in her throat, pressing her body against mine. Her nipples drag across my chest and my cock twitches in response. She reaches down, takes me in her hand, strokes me once, twice, then tighter. Her grip is firm, thumb sweeping the head, smearing the bead of pre-come. She drops to her knees without waiting for permission. The carpet bites my bare feet as she leans in, tongue flicking out, tasting me, circling the crown before she slides me between her lips. Heat. Wet suction. She takes me deeper, swallowing until her nose brushes my stomach. I grab a fistful of her hair, guide her, set the pace. She hums around me, the vibration shooting straight to my balls. Spit drips down her chin onto the floor. I pull her off, strings of saliva still connecting her mouth to my cock. She looks up, eyes glassy, lips swollen. I lift her, spin her toward the wall, spread her legs with my knee. She arches her back, offering. Two fingers find her slick, push inside. She gasps, pushes back onto them. I work her open, then replace my hand with my cock, pressing in slow, inch by inch, until I bottom out. Her cunt clenches around me, hot and tight. I thrust hard, hips slapping her ass, each stroke forcing a moan from her throat. The wall creaks. Her fingers scrape paint. I reach around, rub her clit in tight circles while I fuck her. She comes first, shaking, her cunt pulsing around my cock. I follow, pulling out at the last second, come painting the small of her back, dripping down the cleft of her ass. She stays pressed to the wall, breathing hard, a satisfied grin on her lips.