Secret Retreat - Episode 6

The studio light hits his skin and he arches back, hands gripping the silk sheets. Sweat beads on his chest, running down the ridges of his stomach in slow lines. Her mouth closes around him again. Slow. Wet. Deliberate. He watches her lips stretch around his cock, takes in every inch she swallows. She hums low in her throat, sending heat through him. One hand cups his balls, fingers rolling them gently as her tongue works the underside. He breathes hard through his teeth. She pulls off with a wet sound, strands of spit connecting her bottom lip to the swollen head. Then she sinks down again. Deeper this time. Her throat tightens around him. He reaches for her hair but stops short, knuckles flexing in the air. She knows what she’s doing. Every movement feels planned, measured, filthy. Her free hand slides between her own legs, touching herself while she takes him. He can hear it—the slick sounds, the way she moans around him. He is close now. Close enough that his thighs start to shake. She looks up at him, eyes dark and steady, and swallows him whole.