SexArt - Episode 2

Alexis Fox enters the gallery like she owns the hour. Her heels click, silk dress clinging to every curve. She finds Marcus by the large painting, his hands already reaching for her waist. They kiss hard, tongues sliding, hungry for more. He spins her around and pulls the dress over her head, leaving her in black lace and heels. His fingers hook the panties and drag them down slow. She steps free, then drops to her knees, unbuckling him with quick hands. When she takes him in her mouth, she moans, the sound low and wet. Marcus grips her hair, guiding her deeper. After a minute he lifts her up, bends her over the velvet bench, and sinks into her from behind. Each thrust pushes a gasp from her throat. He reaches under, rubs her clit in tight circles, her legs shaking. Sweat beads on her back. She comes first, body clenching around him, and drags him over with her. He spills inside, hips jerking, breath ragged against her neck.