Lights, Camera, Play - Episode 5

He lifts her hips to meet his mouth, tongue working in deliberate strokes. She gasps. Her fingers clutch the bedsheets as he circles her clit, then sucks it between his lips. The camera catches every tremor running through her thighs. She is already slick when he slides two fingers inside, curling them against that swollen spot. Her back arches. A low moan leaves her throat. He keeps the rhythm steady, watching her face twist in pleasure, until she spills over his hand with a sharp cry. He stands. Undoes his belt. His cock springs free, thick and hard. She reaches for him without thinking. Her lips part. She takes him deep, cheeks hollowing, one hand pumping the base while her tongue works the underside. His hand finds her hair, guiding her, hips thrusting slow. She pulls back, eyes glassy. "Fuck me," she says. He pushes her onto her stomach, grips her waist, and drives into her in one smooth thrust. She cries out. He fucks her hard, the slap of skin against skin filling the room. Each stroke forces her forward until her hands grip the headboard. He flips her over. Spreads her legs wide. Re-enters her with a low groan. Their bodies move together, sweat-slick, her nails digging into his back. She comes again, legs shaking. He follows, pulsing deep inside her, breath ragged against her neck. The camera lingers on their tangled limbs before fading out.