Lights, Camera, Play - Episode 10

They fucked on the soundstage like they’d been waiting for the cameras to die. His hand slid under the hem of her dress, found the hot, bare skin of her thigh. She spread for him without thinking, knees parting on the narrow couch between two set lights. The green glow of the exit sign cut across her skin and caught on the wet sheen between her legs when he pushed the silk aside. He hooked two fingers inside her first—quick, deep, curling up until her hips jerked. Her breath broke open. She reached for his belt, knuckles brushing the hard line of him through denim. The zipper came down fast. He freed himself, cock heavy and flushed, and she wrapped her fingers around the base, guiding him in one smooth, hungry stroke. Her cunt took him all at once. She clenched, tight around the thickness of him, heels digging into the cushions. He thrust steady, the couch legs scraping the floor with every drive. Sweat gathered at the small of his back. Her dress rode up to her ribs; the fabric clung, damp where her body met his. He thumbed her clit in quick, rough circles. She came hard, jaw slack, a soft broken sound spilling out of her throat that echoed off the empty grid above them. He followed right after, buried to the hilt, cock pulsing deep while her walls fluttered around him. The set stayed dark except for that single green light and the slow drip that slid down her thigh when he finally pulled free.