Candles And Chrystall

Candlelight glints across Diane Chrystall's skin as she rubs oil over her small, natural breasts and down her flat stomach. Erik Everhard watches from the shadows, eyes locked on every stroke. She slips two fingers between her folds, circling her clit with slow, deliberate pressure until her breath hitches and her hips roll. When she's dripping, Erik steps in. He tilts her forward, lines his cock to her slick ass, and pushes in with one long, steady thrust. Her body bends and stretches around him, knees wide, shoulders to the floor, then one leg straight up against his chest. Every angle exposes her further; every thrust drives deeper. The flames flicker with each slap of skin, their shadows dancing across the wall while Erik keeps her pinned and open, working her tightest spot until she comes with a low, broken moan.