Swing - Episode 5

They step inside and the red walls hit them like a slap. Heat rises. Clothing feels too tight. She turns to him, lips parted, unsure who moves first. Then they crash together. Hands pull at fabric. She drops her dress. He yanks off his shirt. Skin meets skin. Her nipples brush his chest, hard. He lifts her onto the edge of the table, legs spread, and pushes two fingers inside her without asking. She gasps, grips his wrist, but rocks against his hand. He twists deeper, thumb circling her clit. She comes fast, thighs shaking. He doesn’t wait. He frees his cock and thrusts in, all the way. The table rocks. Her back hits the velvet wall. He fucks her hard, hips snapping. Sweat slides between them. She digs her nails into his shoulders and bites his neck. He groans, slams deeper. They finish tangled on the floor, breathing ragged, the red room still humming around them.