Lights, Camera, Play - Episode 4

He positioned the camera on its tripod and she stepped into the frame, naked except for a silk robe that clung to her damp skin. She let the robe fall. His hand went straight between her legs, two fingers sliding through her slick folds without ceremony. She gasped once, then grabbed his wrist and ground against his palm. He curled his fingers, found the spot that made her thighs shake. She came fast, clenching hard around him, knees buckling. He caught her, turned her, and bent her over the edge of the bed. She reached back, spread herself open. He pushed in deep in one thrust. The lens caught every wet sound, every slap of skin. She looked straight at the camera and smiled.