In Our Bed - Episode 8

He slides between her thighs and pushes in slow, one thick inch at a time, until her cunt swallows him whole. Her mouth falls open but no sound comes out; she’s holding her breath like she’s afraid she’ll come too fast. He doesn’t move. Just stays buried, hips pressed tight to hers, letting her feel the full weight of him. The camera stays close, catching every twitch of muscle, every small roll of her hips as she tries to take him deeper. She’s already wet enough to drip down his balls, and he hasn’t even fucked her yet. When he finally starts, it’s with short, heavy thrusts that slap the headboard against the wall. The sheets bunch under her back as she claws at his shoulders, pulling him in like she can’t stand the space between them. He keeps her legs pinned wide, ankles resting on his shoulders so every stroke hits exactly where she needs. Her tits bounce with each drive, nipples hard and slick from where his tongue was minutes ago. Sweat gathers at the hollow of her throat; he leans down and licks it away, tasting salt and heat. She comes with a broken whimper, cunt clenching around him so tight he swears under his breath. He doesn’t stop. Just fucks her straight through it, hips grinding harder until his rhythm stutters and he spills inside her, cock pulsing deep. When he pulls out, thick cum leaks from her, streaking the inside of her thigh, and the shot holds on that quiet, messy aftermath.