Chapter 49 The Artist's Carnal Desire (8)

• Ji-Yeon kept riding Étienne, her hips rolling slow and sultry, her tight pussy gliding up and down his thick cock with a rhythm that had them both panting. Her oiled skin shimmered in the loft’s golden light, her soft curves pressing into him as she leaned forward, her hands braced on his sweaty chest. Every slow thrust made her moan, soft and needy, her ass brushing his thighs gently, the slick sound of their bodies moving together filling the air. Étienne’s hands gripped her waist, fingers sinking into her flesh, his breath hitching as he watched her—her flushed face, her bouncing tits, her pussy swallowing him whole. “Fuck, you’re killing me,” he muttered, voice low and wrecked, his dark eyes drinking her in like she was his masterpiece.
• Then she shifted, a wicked glint flashing in her eyes, and she kicked it up a notch. Her hips snapped faster, harder, riding him with a sudden, wild fury that made the floor creak beneath them. Her ass started clapping—loud, sharp slaps echoing through the loft as her bubble butt bounced against his thighs with every thrust. The oil amplified the sound, wet and filthy, her red, spanked cheeks jiggling like crazy as she fucked him senseless. Ji-Yeon’s moans turned into cries, high and desperate, her nails digging into his chest as she took him deeper, faster, her pussy squeezing him so tight it was almost too much. “Yes—fuck, Étienne!” she gasped, her voice breaking, her body trembling with the sheer force of her ride.
• Étienne’s eyes rolled back, his head tipping against the floor as she rode him into oblivion. His hands slipped on her slick waist, his grip faltering as the pleasure hit him like a tidal wave. “Shit—Ji-Yeon, you’re too good,” he groaned, voice cracking, his hips bucking up to meet her, but she was in control, slamming down on him with a pace that had his cock throbbing inside her. Then it happened—his dick slipped out, the wet pop cutting through her moans as her frantic rhythm pulled him free. She didn’t miss a beat, her hand darting down fast, grabbing his slick, pulsing shaft and shoving it back into her pussy with a needy whimper. “Stay in me,” she demanded, voice raw and commanding, before she started riding him again, harder than ever.