Sex Court - Episode 3

She sinks onto the couch and spreads for him. The lawyer peels her panties down her thighs, fingers the wet seam between her legs, then licks her open like he’s starving. She arches, heels digging into leather, breath catching when he pushes two fingers inside and curls them hard against her front wall. He stands, belt clinking, cock heavy in his fist. He drags the head along her slick folds, coating himself, then drives in with one steady thrust. She groans, cunt stretching around him, the sound of wet skin slapping filling the quiet room. He fucks her deep and even, each stroke pushing her back, nails scraping the cushions. She meets him, hips rolling up to take every inch, the lawyer’s hand pinning her thigh wide. He pulls out, flips her over, bends her across the desk. Papers scatter. He spreads her cheeks, thumbs her open, spits once, then slams back inside. The angle is brutal. She gasps, forehead pressed to wood, cunt clenching tight around his cock while his hips snap hard and steady. Sweat slips down her spine. He leans over, mouth at her ear, voice low and filthy, telling her exactly how good she feels and how hard he’s going to come inside her.