Lights, Camera, Play - Episode 1

The red light on the camera blinks alive. He moves behind her, fingers already working the clasp at her throat. The dress falls in one piece. She stands there, nothing underneath but skin and the thin gold chain she always wears. His hands find her tits, heavy in his palms, thumbs dragging across nipples that tighten fast. She leans back into him, ass pressing the hard line of his cock through his pants. He keeps one hand at her breast, the other sliding lower. Two fingers push between her lips, finding her wet already, circling her clit slow and steady. Her breath catches. He works her open, slides those fingers in deep, fucks her with his hand until her thighs start to shake. She reaches back, unzips him, pulls his cock free. The weight of it fills her grip. She strokes once, twice, lining him up. He bends her over the arm of the couch, spreads her, and pushes inside in one long thrust. She moans, low and rough. He fucks her steady, hips slapping skin, one hand gripping her shoulder, the other reaching around to rub her clit again. She comes hard, clenching around him, and he keeps driving until he follows, burying deep and spilling inside her with a broken sound.