Passion Diaries - Episode 9

She sank onto his lap in one smooth motion. Her cunt stretched around him, slick and hot, taking every inch until her ass met his thighs. He groaned against her neck. She rolled her hips once, slow, feeling the way he filled her, the drag of his cock against her walls. Her hands braced on his shoulders. She lifted and dropped again, harder this time. The chair creaked under them. Sweat gathered between her breasts. His fingers dug into her hips, guiding her rhythm when she started to falter. She leaned forward and kissed him, open-mouthed, hungry. His tongue met hers. She tasted salt and need. Her clit dragged against his pelvis with every thrust, sending sharp little shocks up her spine. "Harder," he said against her lips. She gave him harder. She fucked herself onto his cock like she meant it, breath coming in short bursts. The sound of skin meeting skin filled the room. Her thighs burned. She didn't care. He was close. She felt it in the way his cock twitched inside her, in the way his grip tightened. She reached between them and rubbed her clit in tight circles. Her orgasm hit fast. Her cunt clamped around him, pulsing. He swore and thrust up once, twice, burying himself deep as he came.