Adult Film School - Episode 4

They rent a suite at the Fairmont and hire a crew who know when to step back. She steps out of the bathroom in nothing but thigh-high stockings and a silk robe that slips off one shoulder. He watches her from the bed, already hard, and she notices. The director calls action, but they barely hear it. She crawls onto the mattress. Her mouth finds his cock without ceremony. She works him slow at first, taking him deep, then faster until spit runs down his shaft. He pulls her up by the hair and kisses her, tasting himself. They forget the lights. They forget the camera. He pushes her onto her back and spreads her legs. Two fingers slide inside, then three. She gasps, hips rising to meet him. When he replaces his fingers with his cock she claws at his shoulders. The bed creaks. Sweat gathers at the small of her back. He fucks her hard enough that the headboard knocks the wall. She rolls him over and rides. One hand between her own legs, the other braced on his chest. Her thighs shake. She comes once, then again when he sits up and sucks her nipple into his mouth. He flips her onto all fours and takes her from behind, gripping her hips, watching himself disappear inside her. When he finishes he stays buried, breathing hard against her spine. They lie tangled in damp sheets while the crew resets. She smiles at the ceiling. They haven’t looked at each other that way in months.