SexArt - Episode 1

She straddled him on the silk sheets, knees sinking into the mattress. Her thighs flexed, guiding his cock into her inch by inch until her hips met his pelvis. He gripped her waist and held her there, letting the heat soak in. She rolled forward, then back, slow at first, testing the angle. Sweat already gathered at the hollow of her collarbone. He reached up and thumbed her nipple, rolling it until it tightened into a peak, then took it into his mouth and sucked hard enough to pull a gasp out of her. She moved faster, riding him with rolling hips, the wet slap of skin echoing against the walls. His hands slid down to her ass, spreading her wider, guiding her deeper onto his shaft each time she dropped. She braced her palms on his chest, fingers digging in, and rode harder. The rhythm broke when she clenched around him. He swore, thrust up to meet her, and they finished like that—her coming first, body shaking, him right after, spilling inside her while she held him in place and kept moving through the aftershocks.