SexArt - Episode 5

He stands at the foot of the bed in nothing but black silk boxers. She lies stretched across the sheets, wrists tied to the posts with silk ribbons. Her nipples harden the moment she sees his cock twitch against the fabric. He climbs over her, spreads her thighs wider, and runs two fingers between her swollen lips. She’s already wet, coating his knuckles. He presses his mouth to her breast and bites the nipple just hard enough to make her gasp, then soothes the sting with his tongue. She strains against the ribbons, back arching, cunt grinding against his hand. He pushes three fingers inside her at once, palm grinding her clit with every thrust. Her breath comes fast and shallow. A thin string of wetness runs down her inner thigh. He pulls his fingers out, licks them clean, then lines his cock up and drives in to the hilt. She cries out. The bed frame creaks. He fucks her in slow, deep strokes, watching her tits bounce each time he bottoms out. Her walls clench around him. He leans down, catches her lower lip between his teeth, and whispers, "Come for me." She shatters, thighs shaking, cunt pulsing hard around his cock. He keeps moving through her orgasm, pace growing ragged, until he pulls out at the last second and spills hot ropes across her stomach. The smell of sex hangs in the air.