Fantasy Flirt - Episode 6

The lights dropped low and Lena stepped onto the stage wearing nothing but a black lace bra and matching thong. The fabric clung to her curves, barely covering the hard points of her nipples. She felt every gaze lock onto her body. Her heart pounded as she walked toward Marcus, the crowd holding its breath. He stood waiting, already shirtless, muscles tight under the warm stage lights. She reached him, slid her hands down his chest, felt his stomach muscles jump under her fingers. She kissed him hard. He kissed her back, hands gripping her hips, pulling her closer until their bodies pressed together. Lena undid his belt and dropped to her knees. She freed his cock, already thick and heavy. She took him into her mouth, slow at first, then deeper, her tongue working the underside. Marcus groaned, his fingers threading through her hair. She sucked harder, feeling him throb against her tongue. He pulled her up and turned her around, bending her over the velvet chair that sat center stage. He yanked her thong aside and pushed two fingers into her wet cunt, moving them fast. She gasped, pushing back against his hand. When he replaced his fingers with his cock, she cried out as he filled her, deep and sudden. Marcus fucked her hard, gripping her hips, his balls slapping against her with every thrust. The crowd watched, some touching themselves, others frozen in place. Lena reached back, spread herself wider for him. He slapped her ass, drove deeper, and she came hard around his cock, her whole body shaking. He pulled out and stroked himself over her back, shooting hot ropes of cum across her skin. She stayed bent over, breathing hard, sweat cooling on her spine.