Bare Bliss - Episode 1

She stands at the foot of the bed, towel sliding from her shoulders. The fabric drops. He watches her step closer, skin still warm from the shower, nipples tight. She climbs over him without hurry. Her knees settle on either side of his hips. He feels the heat of her before she reaches down and grips him, guiding the head between her folds. A slow descent. She takes him inch by inch until she's seated, cunt stretched full. He exhales through his teeth. She rolls her hips once, twice, finding the angle that makes her breath catch. Sweat beads between her breasts. She leans forward, palms flat on his chest, and rides him with deliberate strokes—deep, then shallow, then grinding down until the head nudges the spot that makes her thighs tremble. He grips her ass, fingers digging in, urging her faster. She meets every thrust, pace steady, cunt gripping him wet and hot. The room fills with the sound of skin meeting skin, her soft gasps, his low groans. She comes first, body locking, pulse fluttering around him. He follows seconds later, pulsing inside her, breath ragged against her collarbone.