Pleasure Parlour - Episode 8

She reclined in the velvet lounge chair, legs spread wide, the slick black latex clinging to her thighs like a second skin. Two pairs of hands worked between her legs—fingers sliding deep, twisting, fucking her in slow, steady rhythm while her own hand gripped the armrest, knuckles white. "Look at you," the man murmured from behind her ear, his breath hot. "Taking both of them so fucking well." The woman in front of her leaned closer, lips brushing her inner thigh, tongue tracing wet circles. She moaned when two fingers found her clit, circling with maddening patience. Each stroke pushed deeper. The squelch of her soaked cunt filled the room, loud and obscene. Her hips bucked when they curled inside her together, stretching her wider. She reached down, grabbed the woman's wrist, and pushed her hand deeper. "More," she breathed. "Don't hold back." The man chuckled low. His teeth grazed her neck. "Greedy little thing."