SexArt - Episode 3

She rides him with measured need. Knees braced against silk, her hips roll slow, then deeper, until he feels every squeeze. The lace around her throat grazes his fingers while she leans in, lips parted, eyes half-closed. Sweat beads at the small of her back and runs down the cleft of her ass. He spreads her wider, palms firm on each cheek, and watches the way she swallows him—wet, tight, unhurried. Each thrust draws a soft sound from her throat, a little higher each time. When he lifts to meet her, she gasps, nails digging into his chest. She leans forward until her nipples brush his lips. He sucks one, tongue slow, and she shivers. Her thighs tremble around his hips. She moves faster now, breath catching with every slap of skin on skin. He grips her waist hard enough to leave marks, guiding her down harder, grinding her clit against him until she breaks, body jerking, cunt clenching around him in waves. He follows, thrusting up once, twice, and spills inside her with a low, rough sound. They stay locked like that, breathing hard, skin flushed, mouths barely touching.