Passion Diaries - Episode 2

She pushed him onto the edge of the bed and sank to her knees. Her fingers worked fast, unbuckling his belt, yanking his slacks down to his ankles. His cock sprang free, thick, already half-hard. She wrapped her fingers around the base and took him deep, lips sliding over velvet skin until he hit the back of her throat. A slow, wet glide back up, her tongue pressed flat along the underside. She did it again, harder this time, spit trailing from the corner of her mouth. His hand found her hair and tightened, guiding her rhythm. She moaned around him, the vibration making his hips jerk. He tasted clean and sharp, heat pulsing against her tongue. She pulled off long enough to lick a wet stripe from balls to crown, then took him again, deeper, throat working as she swallowed around the head. Her free hand cupped his sac, rolling gently, then pressed two fingers behind, massaging that tender spot until his breathing turned ragged. He pulled her up by her hair and bent her over the dresser. One sharp tug tore her panties aside; he drove in to the hilt in a single thrust. She gasped, palms flat against the wood, hips rocking back to meet every stroke. He fucked her hard, skin slapping, her juices coating him. One hand slid under to rub her clit in tight circles. She came fast, walls clenching, a hoarse cry breaking from her throat. He didn’t stop, fucking her through it until his own release hit, hot pulses filling her, dripping down her thighs when he pulled out.