SexArt - Episode 5

She sat naked on the edge of the bed, knees parted, and took his cock in both hands. Slow strokes, thumb circling the head each time she reached the tip. He watched her mouth open slightly, the wet sound of her hand working him. She leaned forward and licked the underside, flat tongue from base to crown, then closed her lips around him without warning. He felt the sudden heat, the pull of suction as she took more. She glanced up, eyes half-lidded, and slid lower until her lips met her own fingers at the root. Her rhythm was steady. One hand cupped his balls, fingers rolling gently, the other stroking what her mouth couldn’t cover. Spit trailed down his shaft and onto her knuckles. He reached down and gathered her hair, not forcing, just holding it so he could see her face. She moaned around him and the vibration made his thighs tense. She pulled off for a breath, strings of saliva stretching from her lower lip to his cock. She pumped him fast with her fist, then took him deep again, cheeks hollowing. Her free hand slipped between her own legs, two fingers moving in time with her mouth. When she came up for air she whispered, “Come on,” then swallowed him once more, deeper than before, throat working around the head until tears formed at the corners of her eyes.