Passion Diaries - Episode 2

She straddles him on the bed, hips rocking with steady purpose, and takes his cock in her fist. The head presses against her slick folds. She sinks down slow, inch by inch, until she's full and stretched and breathing hard. Her thighs tremble. She leans forward, palms flat on his chest, and rides him with deep, grinding circles that drag his length against every nerve inside her. He watches her breasts bounce with each thrust, nipples tight and dark. His hands slide up her waist, grip her ass, spreading her wider so he can watch his cock disappear. Wet sounds fill the room. She clenches around him, pulls up until only the head remains inside, then drops again, taking him to the root in one smooth motion. He groans. She smiles through parted lips, sweat at her temples. Her rhythm grows tighter. She leans back, one hand braced behind her, the other circling her clit with quick fingers. Her stomach tightens. She fucks herself onto him harder, faster, chasing the edge. He thrusts up to meet her and the slap of skin on skin grows loud, sharp. Her breath catches. She shudders once, twice, then comes with a low cry, walls pulsing around him, wetness spilling down his shaft. He doesn't stop. He flips her onto her back, hooks her knees over his elbows, and drives into her with long, heavy strokes. Her head tips back. She reaches for him blindly, nails scraping his shoulders. He fucks her through the aftershocks, pace relentless, until his rhythm breaks and he buries himself deep, pulsing hot inside her. Their breathing slows. He stays inside. She runs a hand through his hair and kisses his mouth like she's still hungry.