Pleasure Parlour - Episode 3

The bell above the door chimed, but most didn't hear it. Sara moved toward the heavy velvet curtains. Inside, soft lamps touched bare skin and warmed the room. A woman knelt on silk cushions, her breasts rising and falling as she waited. The man before her traced his thumb across her lower lip, slow and sure. She opened. He slipped two fingers inside. Her tongue curled around them, wet and eager. He withdrew, dragged his hand lower, circling each nipple until they tightened. A low moan slipped from her throat. She spread her thighs wider on the cushions. He guided himself between them. She was slick, already swollen. He slid in deep with one thrust. Her breath caught. He held her hips, pulled almost all the way out, then drove in again. Each push drew another sound from her—sharp, honest. Sweat gathered between her breasts. He leaned in, licked the salt from her skin. She clutched his shoulders, heels pressing into his back. He quickened. The cushions creaked beneath them. She arched, trembled, came with a cry that shook her whole frame. He followed, hips stuttering, heat flooding inside her. The curtains swayed, then stilled.