Pleasure Parlour - Episode 8

She enters the Pleasure Parlor wearing nothing but heels and a string of pearls. Red silk clings to her breasts, the fabric already damp where his tongue has traced the nipple. He kneels between her thighs, spreading her open with both hands, and licks a slow circle around her clit before sucking it between his lips. She gasps, fingers threading through his hair, pulling him closer. He slides two fingers inside her, curving them upward until she shudders. The wet sound of his mouth on her cunt fills the dim room. She rocks against his face, heels digging into his shoulders, chasing the pressure that builds low in her belly. When she comes, her thighs clamp around his head and her cry breaks into fragments. He keeps licking her through it, gentle now, drawing out every last twitch until she pushes his mouth away. The pearls have slipped between her breasts, warm with her sweat. She smiles down at him, lips parted, eyes half-lidded. Outside the velvet curtain, the parlor hums with quiet music and the low murmur of other doors opening and closing.