Lights, Camera, Play - Episode 7

She slides onto the bed in nothing but heels, legs spread wide so the camera catches every wet inch. He doesn’t ask. He grips her thighs, pushes them wider, and drags his tongue flat over her clit in one slow, deliberate lick. Her back arches. Fingers twist in the sheets. He circles her entrance with two fingers, then sinks them in knuckle-deep while his mouth seals around her swollen bud and sucks hard. She curses through her teeth. He pumps his fingers steady, curling them until her hips jerk and her thighs start to tremble. When she comes, it’s sudden and loud, thighs clamping his head while her cunt pulses around his hand. He pulls back only long enough to free his cock, then slams into her in one thrust, balls-deep, the sound wet and filthy. He fucks her hard, deep, hips snapping, skin slapping. Every stroke drives the air from her lungs. She comes again around him, clenching, and he follows with a groan, burying himself to the hilt as he spills inside her.