Passion Diaries - Episode 2

She walks in wearing nothing but an open silk robe. The fabric parts with each step, exposing the curve of her breast, the soft skin of her stomach, the neat patch of dark hair between her thighs. He watches her from the bed, already naked, cock lying heavy against his thigh. She climbs on. No hesitation. She straddles his hips, reaches down, and guides him inside her in one slow motion. They both breathe through it. When he's fully buried, she leans forward, palms on his chest, and starts to move. Her hips roll with practiced ease. Every rise and fall takes him to the edge of slipping out, then sinks him deep again. He grips her ass, fingers digging into the flesh, guiding her rhythm when she starts to lose it. She fucks him harder. The wet sound of skin meeting skin fills the room. Her breasts bounce in time with her thrusts. Sweat gathers at the base of her throat and slides down between them. She moans without holding back, raw and loud, her voice cracking each time he hits that spot inside her. He sits up, wraps an arm around her waist, and flips her onto her back without pulling out. Now he's the one driving. Deep, measured strokes that make her legs shake around his hips. He watches her face twist with pleasure, mouth open, eyes half-lidded. Her nails rake down his back, leaving red lines. She pulls him closer, bites his shoulder, comes with a sharp cry that turns into a broken whimper as he keeps thrusting through it. He doesn't last much longer. When he pulls out, he strokes himself twice and comes across her stomach, thick ropes that streak her skin. She runs two fingers through it, brings them to her mouth, and tastes him while he watches.