Lights, Camera, Play - Episode 3

The lights went red. Soft. Dim. Just enough to see skin. She stepped out of her dress and stood there bare, nipples already tight from the air. He watched her from the bed, cock half-hard, one hand resting on his thigh. No rush. Just heat building between them. She crossed the room slow, hips loose, and climbed on. Her knees bracketed his hips. She reached down, wrapped her fingers around him, and stroked once, twice, until he stood straight against her stomach. Then she sank. Inch by inch. Her cunt took him deep, wet and tight. She gasped when he bottomed out. He grabbed her waist, thumbs pressing into soft flesh, and held her there. Neither moved. They breathed. Her walls pulsed around him. A slow squeeze. His cock twitched in answer. She rolled her hips forward, then back. Grinding. He thrust up once, sharp, and her breath caught. Sweat beaded between her breasts. She leaned in, kissed him hard, teeth scraping his bottom lip. He tasted salt. She rode him faster now, cunt slick, thighs flexing. The slap of skin filled the room. He met every drop of her hips with a thrust. Harder. Deeper. Her moans grew louder, ragged at the edges. He slid one hand between them, found her clit with two fingers, and rubbed tight circles. She shook. Her thighs trembled. She came with a broken sound, cunt clenching hard around his cock. He didn't stop. He fucked her through it, grip bruising now, pace brutal. Then he flipped her onto her back, spread her wide, and drove back in. She clawed at his shoulders. Nails left red lines. He buried his face in her neck and came with a low growl, hips jerking, cock pulsing hot inside her. They stayed locked like that. Breathing. Sweating. The lights stayed red.