Secret Retreat - Episode 8

She steps inside the villa with sand still clinging to her calves. The room feels cooler than the beach, air conditioning humming against bare skin. Her bikini top comes off first, damp fabric dropping to the tile. He watches her from the bed, legs spread, already hard. She walks straight to him and sinks down between his knees. Her fingers wrap around his cock without hesitation, thumb stroking the head until it glistens. She leans in and takes him in her mouth, slow at first, letting him feel the wet heat, then deeper. Spit runs down her chin. He groans and grips the sheets. She pulls off only to straddle him, guiding him inside her with one steady push. The stretch pulls a low sound from her throat. She rides him in short, grinding motions, her hips rolling, her breasts brushing his chest. Sweat beads between them. He grabs her ass, spreading her wider, meeting each thrust. She leans back, hands braced on his thighs, letting him watch where they connect. The rhythm tightens. Her breath breaks into short gasps. He sits up, flips her onto her back, and drives into her harder. Her legs wrap around him, heels digging into his spine. The headboard knocks against the wall. She comes first, thighs shaking, nails dragging down his shoulders. He follows seconds later, buried deep, body locked tight against hers.