Passion Diaries - Episode 8

Sarah's fingers curled around the thick shaft. Heat pulsed against her palm as she stroked slowly from base to tip, thumb gliding over the slick bead that formed there. She leaned in and licked it clean, savoring the sharp taste on her tongue. He groaned, hips jerking forward, pushing deeper into her mouth. She took him inch by inch, lips stretched tight, saliva glistening along his length. The heat between her thighs throbbed in time with each pull of her mouth. Her free hand slid lower, parting her folds, rubbing slow circles over the swollen nub until her thighs trembled. Every wet sound filled the quiet room, her breathing ragged, his hand twisting in her hair, guiding her rhythm. She swallowed him to the root, throat tightening, eyes watering, but she didn't pull back. Instead she held there, breathing through her nose, letting him feel her surrender. When she finally retreated, a string of spit connected her lips to his glistening crown. She wiped it away with the back of her hand, then rose on her knees and straddled him, guiding him between her folds. The blunt head pressed against her entrance and she sank down, inch by inch, stretching around him until she was full. Her inner walls gripped him, clenching in steady pulses as she rocked her hips, finding that perfect angle where the head dragged against her front wall with every roll. Sweat gathered at the small of her back, sliding down the cleft of her ass. His hands gripped her waist, fingers digging in as she rode him harder, chasing that tight coil of pleasure low in her belly. She reached behind, cupped his heavy sac, rolled the warm flesh in her palm until he cursed under his breath. Her climax hit suddenly, sharp and white-hot, rushing through her like a snapped wire. Her muscles fluttered and clenched, milking him. He thrust upward once, twice, then spilled inside her, heat flooding her core. She stayed seated, grinding through the aftershocks, letting every drop settle deep. Their breathing slowed. She leaned forward, kissed the corner of his mouth, then lifted off with a wet sound. His spend trickled down her thigh as she stood. She caught it on two fingers and brought them to her lips, tasting both of them. He watched, eyes heavy, chest still heaving.