Christian Clay
Animal Trainer #22, Scene #01
Cristian Devil, that's what they call him. He stretches out on the silk sheets like he owns the room. Like he owns her. The candlelight catches on his skin, every muscle defined, every line sharp. Her fingers trace down his chest, slow, deliberate, feeling the heat beneath. He pulls her closer until their bodies press together, skin to skin. His hand moves between her thighs, spreading her open. Two fingers slide inside, deep, curling just right. She gasps, hips rocking against his hand. He watches her face, watches her come apart. The air is thick with the wet sounds of his fingers working her, the slick slide in and out. Her thighs tremble. He doesn't rush. He pushes deeper, adds a third, stretches her wider. Her moans fill the room. Sweat beads on her back. He leans down and sucks at her nipple, teeth grazing, tongue flicking. The contrast makes her arch, desperate. His thumb circles her clit while his fingers fuck her harder, faster. She claws at his shoulders, nails digging in. The pleasure builds, hot, unbearable. She comes hard around his hand, clenching, pulsing, dripping down his wrist. He doesn't stop until she's shaking, until her breath stutters and breaks.
Cristian Devil, that's what they call him. He stretches out on the silk sheets like he owns the room. Like he owns her. The candlelight catches on his skin, every muscle defined, every line sharp. Her fingers trace down his chest, slow, deliberate, feeling the heat beneath. He pulls her closer until their bodies press together, skin to skin. His hand moves between her thighs, spreading her open. Two fingers slide inside, deep, curling just right. She gasps, hips rocking against his hand. He watches her face, watches her come apart. The air is thick with the wet sounds of his fingers working her, the slick slide in and out. Her thighs tremble. He doesn't rush. He pushes deeper, adds a third, stretches her wider. Her moans fill the room. Sweat beads on her back. He leans down and sucks at her nipple, teeth grazing, tongue flicking. The contrast makes her arch, desperate. His thumb circles her clit while his fingers fuck her harder, faster. She claws at his shoulders, nails digging in. The pleasure builds, hot, unbearable. She comes hard around his hand, clenching, pulsing, dripping down his wrist. He doesn't stop until she's shaking, until her breath stutters and breaks.