Backstage with Cloe

Cloe stands in her white nurse uniform, dark hair pinned back. She knows exactly what Alain needs. Her fingers slide over his skin, slow, deliberate. When she leans in, the fabric strains across her breasts, the neckline dipping just enough to show more. She frees them, heavy and soft, pressing them around his cock until his breath catches. Her tongue follows next, wet heat and steady strokes. She takes him deeper, lips tight, until saliva glistens down her chin. She climbs onto the bed without a word, hikes the skirt, and sinks onto him. The uniform stays half-on, stockings tight against her thighs. She rides him with purpose, every roll of her hips pulling him further inside. Her pussy grips and releases in a rhythm that leaves him shaking. When she turns and offers her ass, he takes the invitation, thrusting hard while she steadies herself against the headboard. He finishes across her tits, streaks of white across flushed skin. Cloe smiles, wipes a thumb through the mess, and licks it clean. Alain lies back, spent. She was right. It works.