Lights, Camera, Play - Episode 2

He walks into frame naked, already hard, cock curving up toward his stomach. I watch from the bed, legs parted, the sheets warm under my thighs. The lights are low. One of them catches the slick between my legs and turns it to glass. He kneels between my knees and grips my hips with both hands, thumbs digging into the crease where thigh meets pelvis. I lift my ass without thinking. He slides in slow, deliberate, stretching me open until the fullness presses against my ribs. I feel the ridge of him drag along my front wall, that tight, raw spot that makes my toes curl. I grab his ass, pull him deeper. He grunts, teeth scraping my collarbone. Sweat slicks the dip of his lower back. I rake my nails across it and he snaps his hips harder, the sound of skin on skin cutting through the low thrum of the camera. When he leans in to kiss me, I taste salt and the faintest trace of mint. His tongue pushes past my teeth the same moment his cock bottoms out. I moan into his mouth, thighs clamping around his waist. He fucks me through it, steady, brutal, until my vision whites out and my cunt pulses around him in tight, greedy waves. He pulls out right as I’m still shaking. His come lands hot across my stomach, one stripe catching the underside of my breast. The lights keep rolling. Neither of us moves to stop them.