Passion Diaries - Episode 1

The camera lingers on bare skin, the kind that still carries last night's heat. She stretches across white sheets that smell like both of them, and her thighs part without thinking. He watches from the doorway, coffee forgotten, cock already heavy against his thigh. The morning light cuts across her stomach, and he sees the faint marks his mouth left behind. When she reaches down and touches herself, slow and unhurried, her eyes stay on his. He sets the cup down. Crosses the room. By the time his knees hit the mattress she's already wet enough that two fingers slide in without resistance. She moans low in her throat and spreads wider. He replaces her hand with his mouth, tongue working in firm circles while his fingers crook upward, finding that spot that makes her hips jerk. Her hand finds his hair and pulls. He groans against her cunt and keeps going until her thighs shake around his head and she comes with a broken sound that makes his balls tighten. Before she can catch her breath he's inside her, pushing deep in one long thrust, and the wet sound of it fills the room.