Sex Court - Episode 9

The sex court hears it all. Tonight the men come naked, cocks already hard, bodies tense with the waiting. She walks in slow, robe slipping from one shoulder. They think they own the space until she closes the door and the air tightens. One kneels. The other watches, breath catching when her fingers trace the line of his spine and find the soft skin behind his balls. She keeps him open with two slick fingers, sliding in deep, feeling him clench and give. The sound he makes is low, animal. She strokes him open until his thighs shake, then turns to the second man and takes his cock in her hand, stroking once, twice, just enough to make him leak. She presses the wet head against the first man's hole, guiding, steady, until he sinks inside. The thrust is slow, deliberate, every inch given and taken. She watches their bodies lock, sweat gather, hears the wet slap of skin. When the rhythm breaks she steps in, spreads herself over the kneeling man's mouth and rides his tongue until her own breath stutters. The court always ends the same. Both men spent, glistening, eyes glassy. She stands, robe closed, and leaves them to the quiet.