Secret Retreat - Episode 4

He knelt between her spread thighs and dragged the thick head of his cock up her wet slit, smearing her own slick over her clit before he pushed inside. She gasped, fingers digging into the sheets as he slid deeper, stretching her inch by inch until his hips met her ass. He paused, watching her face tighten, then pulled back slow and thrust hard. She cried out, back arching. He set a steady rhythm, each stroke deeper, the wet slap of skin loud in the quiet room. Sweat beaded on his chest and fell onto her stomach. She hooked her heels behind his thighs and pulled him closer. His hand found her breast, thumb circling her nipple until it tightened to a peak. He leaned down, caught it between his teeth, and bit just enough to make her moan. Her hand slipped between them, rubbing her clit in tight circles, matching his thrusts. The bed creaked beneath them, sheets bunching under her shoulders. He straightened, gripping her hips, driving into her harder now. Her breath came short and sharp. He watched her face flush, lips parted, eyes half-closed. Every thrust forced a sound from her throat. He slowed, grinding deep, rolling his hips to hit the same spot again and again until her thighs started to shake. She came with a strangled cry, clenching around him, and he followed seconds later, pulse after pulse, filling her until he had nothing left.