SexArt - Episode 10

The air felt thick with her perfume as she pushed him back against the wall. Her hand found him through his trousers, already hard, and she worked him with slow, deliberate strokes that made his breath catch. When she dropped to her knees, the carpet scratched against her skin, but she didn't care. She freed him from his pants and took him in her mouth, warm and wet, her tongue moving in practiced circles while her hand pumped what she couldn't reach. He groaned above her, fingers twisting in her hair, and she sucked harder, letting the sound of it fill the room. She pulled off just long enough to catch her breath, spit glistening on his cock, then went back down, deeper this time, her throat relaxing as she swallowed around him. His hips jerked forward on their own, and she took it, eyes watering, until he pulled her up by her shoulders. He spun her around and bent her over the edge of the bed, yanking her underwear down to her ankles. He pressed into her in one thrust, filling her completely, and she gasped at the stretch. He fucked her hard, the slap of skin meeting skin punctuating each thrust, her breasts swaying beneath her as she braced against the mattress. She reached between her legs to rub her clit in time with his rhythm, her moans growing louder until her whole body shook with release, pulsing around him. He followed right after, burying himself deep as he came inside her, his breath ragged against her spine.