Eternal Allure - Episode 7

In the moonlight room she peeled the silk from her shoulders and let it fall. He watched the fabric kiss her nipples on the way down, watched them tighten from the cool air. She stood bare except for the thin gold chain around her waist. He stepped closer, took the weight of her breasts in his palms, thumbs brushing the stiff peaks until her breath hitched. She reached for his belt, fingers working fast, tugging open his trousers so his cock sprang free, already thick and flushed. He lifted her onto the edge of the table, spread her thighs, and slid two fingers through her wet folds. She was slick and hot, and he pushed inside without hesitation, curling against the spot that made her thighs twitch. She grabbed his wrist, guided the rhythm, hips rocking to meet each thrust. When she was panting and open, he replaced his fingers with his cock, pushing in slow until he bottomed out. Her muscles clenched around him. He gripped her ass, pulled her flush, and started to fuck her in long, measured strokes, the table legs scraping the floor with every drive. Sweat gathered at the small of her back. She wrapped her legs around his hips, heels digging in, urging him deeper. He bent to her breast, sucked hard on the nipple until she cried out, then switched to the other, leaving wet marks on her skin. The chain at her waist rattled with every slap of skin. She came first, clenching tight around his length, and he followed seconds later, burying himself to the hilt as he spilled inside her.