Bare Bliss - Episode 8

She lies on silk sheets, legs parted. He kneels between them and spreads her wider with his thumbs. Her cunt glistens, pink and swollen, lips already wet. He leans in and drags his tongue flat along the seam, slow at first, then faster when she whimpers. His fingers slide in, two at once, curling against the soft spot that makes her back arch. She grips the sheet, knuckles white. He sucks her clit, firm, deliberate. She grinds against his face, breath short, thighs trembling. The wet sound of his mouth fills the room. She comes hard, thighs locked around his head, cunt pulsing around his fingers. He keeps licking until she pushes him away, too sensitive. Then he stands, cock heavy and thick, and strokes himself once before he pushes inside her, deep, in one smooth thrust.