Passion Diaries - Episode 1

She drops to her knees on the silk sheets, eyes locked on his cock already thick against his stomach. Her fingers wrap around the base, thumb sliding over the slick head, and she takes him deep in one slow push until her lips meet her fist. He curses low. She pulls back with a wet sound, saliva trailing from her bottom lip to the flushed tip, then sinks again, throat working around him. His hand finds her hair, not pushing, just holding, feeling the movement as she bobs. The room smells like sex and her perfume. When she pulls off she strokes him hard and fast, mouth open, watching the way his stomach tightens. "Come on," she says, voice hoarse. He pulls her up, flips her onto her back, spreads her thighs and pushes inside in one thrust. She gasps, legs wrapping tight around his hips. He fucks her deep, the headboard knocking the wall in steady rhythm, her nails digging into his shoulders. Sweat beads between her breasts. He leans down, sucks a nipple into his mouth, teeth grazing, and she comes hard around him, pulsing, back arched off the bed. He doesn't stop. He drives through it until his own release hits, pulling out at the last second and painting her stomach in hot stripes. She drags two fingers through the mess and brings them to her mouth, tasting him while he watches, breathing hard.