Secret Retreat - Episode 9

She found the cabin at the end of a washed-out road, just a single lantern glowing behind the glass. The air inside smelled like cedar and woodsmoke. He met her at the door in bare feet, shirt open, the heat rolling off him before she even stepped inside. They didn’t speak at first. The moment the door clicked shut his hand was at the back of her neck, pulling her in. His mouth tasted like whiskey. She pressed against him, felt the hard line of his cock against her hip, and reached down without hesitation, fingers curling around the thick heat through his jeans. He groaned into her mouth, pushing her back until her spine met the wall. She yanked his belt free, the metal clinking, and shoved his jeans down. His cock sprang out, heavy and flushed, the head already slick. She dropped to her knees, took him in her mouth in one smooth motion, and heard his breath catch. He tasted clean and salt-sharp. She worked him with lips and tongue, one hand pumping the base, the other gripping his thigh so she could feel every twitch. He lasted only a minute before he hauled her up, spun her around, and bent her over the table. Her skirt was pushed to her waist. He tore her underwear aside and drove into her in one long, smooth thrust. She gasped, forehead against the wood. He fucked her hard, the table legs scraping the floor with every stroke. Her cunt clenched around him, wet and greedy. He reached around, thumb circling her clit, and she came with a sharp cry, legs shaking. He followed right after, burying himself deep, pulsing hot inside her until it leaked down her thighs. They stayed like that a moment, breathing hard, the lantern flickering against the dark wood walls.