Playboy Muses - Episode 5

She stands barefoot on the white stone, dress sliding down her shoulder. The camera moves closer. Fabric clings. Then it drops. Her breasts catch the light, full and warm. Nipples pulled tight from the chill. He steps in, hand at her waist, thumb brushing under the curve. She leans back against the wall and opens her legs for him. His fingers trail between her thighs, finding her slick. One finger presses inside, slow, then two, the wet sound rising. She breathes hard, hips rocking. He curls them, finds the spot that makes her knees dip. She grabs his wrist, holding him there, breath catching with each stroke. He kisses her neck, teeth grazing the skin. Her hand slides down, finds him hard through the front of his pants. She frees him, strokes him twice, lines him up. He pushes in one smooth thrust, fills her deep. She gasps, nails at his back. He fucks her against the stone, steady rhythm, hips snapping forward. Her moans rise with every stroke. The camera lingers on the slap of skin, the tremble in her legs, the way his cock glistens when he pulls back. He grips her ass, lifts, angles deeper. She cries out, voice breaking. Sweat runs down her spine. Her body tightens around him, close, right on the edge.