SexArt - Episode 1

She steps into the frame wearing nothing but a thin silk robe that clings to her curves. The fabric slips from her shoulders at the slightest tug, leaving her bare under the warm lights. Her nipples harden instantly. He waits on the bed, cock already half-hard, watching her walk closer. She climbs over him, knees planted on either side of his hips. Her cunt hovers just above his shaft, heat radiating between them. When she sinks down she takes him in one slow, wet slide, her inner walls gripping every inch. A low moan slips out of her throat as she settles, fully seated, his balls pressed against her ass. She starts to ride. Not fast at first. She rolls her hips in a lazy figure eight, grinding her clit against his pubic bone with each pass. Her tits bounce gently with the motion. Sweat beads along her collarbone and rolls down between her breasts. He reaches up, cups one, thumb dragging across the stiff peak, and she answers by clenching around him tighter. He sits up suddenly, flipping her onto her back without pulling out. Now the pace changes. He drives into her with short, deliberate thrusts that make her gasp each time his cock bottoms out. Her legs wrap around his waist, heels digging into the small of his back, urging him deeper. The wet sound of skin meeting skin fills the room. She comes first. Her whole body locks, thighs trembling, cunt pulsing in tight spasms around his shaft. He keeps fucking her through it, drawing every last ripple out of her until she’s shaking. Only then does he let go, burying himself to the hilt and spilling inside her in hot, thick spurts that leak out around his cock when he finally pulls free.