Silk & Satin - Episode 3

She pushed him onto the bed and straddled his hips in one smooth motion. Her silk slip rode up her thighs, cool fabric sliding against his skin. He grabbed her waist, fingers digging in, and she felt the hard length of him pressing against her through his trousers. She ground down slowly, rolling her hips so the head of his cock rubbed right where she needed it, each pass sending a hot pulse between her legs. He reached up, yanked the thin straps of her slip off her shoulders. Her tits spilled out, heavy and warm, nipples already tight. He sat up, took one in his mouth, sucking hard, teeth scraping just enough to make her gasp. She rocked faster, the friction turning wet as her cunt soaked through the silk and onto his pants. She reached between them, unzipped him, and pulled his cock free. It was thick, hot, the tip already slick. She stroked him once, twice, then lifted up on her knees and lined him up. When she sank down he stretched her open inch by inch, the burn perfect. She didn’t stop until he was buried to the hilt, her cunt clenching around every vein. He groaned against her breast. She started to ride him, slow and deep, letting him feel how wet she was, how tight. Sweat beaded on her lower back. His hands gripped her ass, spreading her wider, and each thrust made a filthy sound. She leaned in, bit his earlobe, whispered, "Harder." He flipped them without pulling out, pinned her wrists above her head, and drove into her so deep she felt it in her chest.