Bare Bliss - Episode 4

The woman arched back against silk sheets, legs spread wide. His tongue traced slow circles around her swollen clit while two fingers curled deep inside her cunt. She moaned, hips lifting, chasing more pressure. He sucked the tender bud between his lips, flicking the tip, and her thighs trembled against his shoulders. She came hard, thighs squeezing his head, a low cry spilling from her throat. Her wetness coated his chin. He stayed there, mouth moving gently through every pulse until she whimpered and tugged him upward. When he slid inside her, she was still fluttering around him, heat gripping him tight. He fucked her slow, deliberate, each thrust wet and obscene. She clutched his ass, urging him deeper, nails digging crescents into his skin. Sweat slicked their bellies. His cock dragged against her front wall, hitting that spot that made her gasp every time. She begged without words, legs locked around his waist, heels driving him harder. He buried himself to the hilt and stayed, grinding, rolling his hips in tight circles. She came again, sudden and sharp, clamping around him. He followed right after, pulsing deep inside her, a guttural sound tearing from his chest. They stayed locked together, breathing ragged, skin flushed and damp. His thumb stroked the side of her breast, lazy now, almost tender.