The Invitation Part 1 - Episode 1

She stood in the doorway, letting the invitation settle in the air between us. Candlelight moved across her bare shoulders. She wore nothing beneath the silk robe, and the fabric clung where her skin had been oiled. Her nipples pressed against the cloth, dark and tight. She opened the robe with one hand. The belt slid to the floor. I stepped closer. Her cunt glistened in the low light. She had shaved smooth. I could see the faint pulse between her lips. She touched herself once, two fingers parting the wet seam, then held the fingers to my mouth. Salt. Heat. She smiled when I sucked them. She turned. Bent. The curve of her spine, the swell of her ass, the thin crease where thigh met cheek. I knelt. My tongue found her first. Slow circles, then deeper. She pushed back, greedy for more. The robe slipped from her arms. It pooled around her wrists on the carpet. I reached beneath her, cupped her breasts, pinched the nipples until she gasped. My cock ached against my trousers. I freed it, stroked once, twice, then pressed the head against her opening. She rocked back, taking me in one long slide. We moved like that, me kneeling, her standing bent. Her cunt gripped tight, wet sounds filling the quiet room. Sweat gathered at the small of her back. I licked it away. She reached between her legs, found my balls, tugged gently. The rhythm quickened. Her thighs trembled. She came with a low sound, almost a growl. I followed seconds later, pulsing deep inside her, my hands clamped to her hips. Afterward she stayed bent, breathing hard. A thin line of come slid down her inner thigh. She caught it with her finger, brought it to her lips, tasted us both.