SexArt - Episode 6

She knelt on the velvet chaise, bare knees sinking into the soft pile, thighs parted just enough for him to see the slick heat between them. His hand rested on her lower back, fingers splayed, pressing her forward until her breasts brushed the fabric and her ass lifted higher. She felt the shift of air as he freed himself, then the blunt press of his cock sliding between her folds without entering, teasing the length of her until she pushed back, chasing the contact. He gave her nothing at first. Just the slow, deliberate drag of flesh on flesh, the head catching at her entrance on every pass, the wet sound growing louder as her arousal coated him. When he finally thrust in, it was one smooth, deep stroke that forced a broken moan from her throat. She clenched around him, greedy, and he answered with steady, heavy strokes that rocked her forward with each thrust. One of his hands gripped her hip, the other reached beneath to circle her clit with two fingers, never losing rhythm. She came with her face pressed into the cushion, thighs shaking, cunt pulsing hard around his cock, and still he kept moving, fucking her through it until the tremors eased. Only then did he pull out, fist his length once, twice, and spill across the small of her back in hot, thick ropes that slid down the curve of her ass.