Duality Part 2 - Episode 1

She straddles him in reverse, knees planted on either side of his hips, spine curved like a drawn bow. Her bare ass hovers inches above his face. One slow roll of her hips and her swollen folds part, slick and flushed, gliding against his waiting mouth. He grips her thighs and pulls her down until her weight presses him fully into the mattress. His tongue drags a wet line from clit to entrance, tasting the heat she has carried all day. A thick drop of arousal falls onto his lower lip; he catches it with a quiet grunt and swallows. She leans forward until her breasts brush the sheets and takes his cock between her lips. No teasing, no hesitation. She sinks until the blunt head nudges the back of her throat, then swallows around the length. Saliva spills from the corner of her mouth and runs down his shaft, coating her fingers where they stroke what she cannot take. She rocks her hips again, smearing herself across his tongue while her own mouth works in the same rhythm. Each time she lifts her hips, cool air kisses the wet skin he has just licked; each time she lowers them, his nose presses into the cleft of her ass and his tongue pushes deeper inside her. Her thighs tremble. She moans around his cock and the vibration shoots straight to his balls. He answers with a long, slow suck on her clit that leaves her shaking. Saliva and her own slickness slide down his chin, darkening the pillow beneath his head. She pulls off his cock with a wet pop, strings of spit still connecting her lower lip to the flushed head. Breathless, she grinds harder against his face, riding the ridge of his tongue while one hand reaches back to spread herself wider. Her other hand never stops stroking him, thumb circling the leaking slit, smearing pre-cum down his length in time with the roll of her hips. His hands slide up to her waist, fingers digging in hard enough to bruise. He thrusts upward once, twice, fucking her mouth in short, shallow strokes while his tongue fucks her cunt in the same rhythm. She takes it. Takes all of it. Another rush of wetness coats his mouth and he groans into her like he might drown. The sound travels straight through her and she comes with a muffled cry, hips stuttering, thighs clamped around his head. She keeps stroking him even as the tremors fade. Her grip tightens just below the head, twisting on every upstroke, slick with spit and the thin strand of pre-cum that keeps leaking out of him. He bucks once more, then stills, cock pulsing hot across her tongue and down her throat. She swallows without pulling away, lips sealed tight around him until the last twitch fades. Only then does she lift off his face, thighs shiny, breath ragged. She turns, settles astride his chest, and leans down to kiss him. Their mouths meet, wet and open, tasting each other. Salt, musk, skin. The room smells like sex and sweat and the faint trace of her perfume. She stays there, forehead resting against his, until their breathing evens and the tremors leave their limbs.