Eternal Allure - Episode 8

She arches under him. Naked. Her nipples tighten when his tongue circles one, then the other, wet and deliberate. He sucks harder, pulls the peak between his teeth until she gasps, and the sound tightens his balls. His hand slides down her belly, finds her already slick, and he pushes two fingers inside without asking. She clamps around them, hips rolling up to meet the rhythm he sets, slow, deep, sure. He watches her face change when he curls against that spot that makes her thighs shake. Pulls his fingers free, licks them clean, then grips her hips and turns her onto her stomach. She spreads for him, ass lifted. He drags the head of his cock through her wetness, teases her entrance, then drives in to the hilt in one hard thrust. She cries out. He doesn’t give her time to adjust. Pulls back, slams forward again, fucking her with steady, punishing strokes that slap skin and make her clutch the sheets. Sweat glistens down her spine. He reaches under, finds her clit, rubs tight circles while he keeps driving into her, deeper each time. Her legs tremble. When she comes, her cunt flutters and squeezes, dragging his own release out of him in hot, thick pulses inside her. He stays buried, breathing hard against her shoulder, still twitching.