Lights, Camera, Play - Episode 2

She slips off her black lace bra and lets it drop to the floor. Her nipples tighten in the cool air. He watches from the edge of the bed, fingers curling into the sheets as her skirt pools at her ankles. She climbs onto his lap, knees bracketing his hips. Her hand wraps around his cock and strokes twice before she sinks down, taking every inch until her ass meets his thighs. A low moan slips from her throat. He grips her waist, thrusts up hard, driving deeper. The room fills with the wet sound of skin meeting skin. She leans back, palms flat on his knees, hips rolling in tight circles that grind her clit against him. Sweat beads along her spine. His fingers dig into her flesh hard enough to leave marks. She gasps when he slaps her ass and bucks against the sting. Her walls clench around him, drawing him tighter. He reaches between them, thumb finding her clit, rubbing fast circles that match the pace of her hips. Her orgasm hits sudden and sharp—she cries out, body shaking, nails biting into his shoulders. He follows seconds later, burying himself to the hilt, pulse after pulse flooding her as her cunt milks him dry.