Eternal Allure - Episode 10

She peels off the silk and her nipples tighten in the cool air. The camera lingers on the curve of her hip, the soft trail of hair leading down. He steps in behind her, fingers brushing her waist, then sliding lower until they find slick heat. She spreads for him without being asked. Two fingers sink in, slow and steady, and she grinds back against his hand. The wet sound of it fills the quiet room. He curls, presses, rubs that spot until her thighs shake. She grabs his wrist, keeps him there, works herself on his hand until the first wave hits and her breath catches. When she turns, she drops to her knees, takes him in one smooth motion, mouth sliding down until her lips meet her fist. Saliva strings between them when she pulls back. She strokes him with both hands, tongue flicking the head, eyes locked on his. He threads fingers through her hair, guides her deeper. She gags once, keeps going. He pulls her up, bends her over the edge of the bed, spreads her open, and pushes in. One long, smooth thrust. She gasps, then pushes back, taking every inch. He fucks her with steady strokes, hand between her legs rubbing her clit in time. Her moans turn ragged. He slaps her ass, leaves a red print, does it again when she begs. The rhythm breaks. He flips her onto her back, lifts her legs over his shoulders, drives in deeper. Sweat beads on his chest. Her tits bounce with each thrust. She comes hard, clenching around him, nails digging into his forearms. He follows right after, pulling out at the last second, spilling across her stomach in thick ropes. She drags two fingers through it, sucks them clean, never breaking eye contact.