Foursome - Episode 8

The door clicks shut and four hungry bodies fill the room. A woman with crimson lips drags her nails down a man's chest while another pair already has clothes halfway off. They move like they have done this before. Hands find skin. Mouths trade kisses that taste of whiskey and lust. She sinks to her knees, takes him deep, throat working in wet pulls. Behind her, the second woman straddles the other man's lap, guiding him inside with one slow rock of her hips. Moans bounce off the walls. Fingers slide between thighs slick with need. Bodies tangle, swap, flip. Sweat slicks their skin as they push deeper, harder, faster, each thrust answered by another gasp, another plea, another wet slap of flesh meeting flesh.