She lay sprawled across the bed in nothing but his turnout coat, the heavy canvas swallowing her frame. He stood over her in full gear, suspenders hanging loose at his hips, helmet still strapped on. The moment the camera caught the flicker in his eyes, he moved. He grabbed her by the ankles and dragged her to the edge. Her breath hitched. He flipped open the coat like he was clearing smoke, baring every inch of her skin to the lens. Two thick fingers slid straight inside her. She was already soaked. He pumped them deep, wrist twisting, thumb dragging over her clit in tight, practiced circles. Her back arched. The coat slipped off one shoulder. He pulled his cock out through the opening in his pants—hard, flushed, a bead of pre-cum catching the light—then drove into her in one long thrust. The bed frame slammed the wall. She clawed at the coat’s collar, moaning his name like it was the only word she remembered. He fucked her hard enough to rattle the helmet on his head, each stroke punctuated by the wet slap of skin. When she came, her thighs shook around his waist. He didn’t stop. He kept driving until his own release hit, spilling deep while the coat finally slid off her body entirely and pooled on the floor.
Adult Film School - Episode 10
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Dec 15, 2015
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She lay sprawled across the bed in nothing but his turnout coat, the heavy canvas swallowing her frame. He stood over her in full gear, suspenders hanging loose at his hips, helmet still strapped on. The moment the camera caught the flicker in his eyes, he moved. He grabbed her by the ankles and dragged her to the edge. Her breath hitched. He flipped open the coat like he was clearing smoke, baring every inch of her skin to the lens. Two thick fingers slid straight inside her. She was already soaked. He pumped them deep, wrist twisting, thumb dragging over her clit in tight, practiced circles. Her back arched. The coat slipped off one shoulder. He pulled his cock out through the opening in his pants—hard, flushed, a bead of pre-cum catching the light—then drove into her in one long thrust. The bed frame slammed the wall. She clawed at the coat’s collar, moaning his name like it was the only word she remembered. He fucked her hard enough to rattle the helmet on his head, each stroke punctuated by the wet slap of skin. When she came, her thighs shook around his waist. He didn’t stop. He kept driving until his own release hit, spilling deep while the coat finally slid off her body entirely and pooled on the floor.
