Jia Episode 4

Jia walks into the villa again, the same old stone walls. Christian is there, older now, quieter. She sets her bag down. He comes over and stands behind her. Hands on her shoulders first, then lower, thumbs pressing along her spine. The robe she’s wearing slips off one shoulder. He leaves it like that. His fingers slide under the fabric, trace the curve of her ass. She leans forward onto the table. He kneels, spreads her slowly. His tongue finds the tight ring, presses, tests. She pushes back against his mouth. One finger slips in, then two, working the muscle open while she breathes through it. When he stands she turns, takes him in her mouth, wet and warm, tasting herself on him. She keeps him there until she’s ready, then turns again. He sinks into her from behind, steady and deep. The same finger he used earlier brushes her lips and she takes it without thinking, sucking it clean while he fucks her. He pulls out, lets her lick him again. When he comes it’s on her tongue, thick, and she swallows without hurry, eyes half-closed, mouth slack. She stays bent over the table a second longer, ass open, breathing through the stretch, before she stands and pulls the robe back up.