Sex Court - Episode 4

She slides the stocking down her thigh like she owns the room. Black lace catches on her heel before it drops to the floor. He watches from the bench, cuffs undone, robe half-open. She walks over, slow, hips rolling with purpose. When she climbs onto his lap, her heat presses right where he needs it. He grabs her ass, fingers digging in. She leans back, spine arched, tits pushed forward, nipples already hard. He sucks one into his mouth, tongue flicking, teeth grazing just enough to make her gasp. Her fingers thread through his hair, pulling him closer. He spreads her open, slides two fingers inside her slick cunt, curling them just right. She rocks against his hand, greedy. His cock presses hard against his zipper. She undoes it, pulls him out, strokes him once, twice. Then she sinks down, taking him deep, inch by inch, until she’s full. They move together—her riding, him thrusting up—each stroke wet and filthy. Sweat beads on her chest. Her moans get louder. He grabs her waist, flips her onto the bench, fucks her harder now. The gavel sits untouched. She comes first, legs shaking, cunt clenching around him. He follows right after, pulling out to finish across her stomach, hot and thick. The courtroom lights buzz overhead, indifferent.