Lights, Camera, Play - Episode 5

She moved toward the bed and the camera tracked every sway. The set lights warmed her skin, catching the fine sheen already blooming across her collarbones. He waited, thighs spread, cock thick and dark against his stomach, the head slick from her earlier attention. She climbed over him and reached between their bodies, guiding that blunt crown through her folds until she found the right angle. One steady push and he slid inside her, the fit so tight the muscles in his stomach jumped. She braced her palms on his chest and began to work her hips in a slow, rolling grind that made the headboard tap the wall in soft rhythm. He slid his hands up her sides, thumbs brushing the undersides of her breasts, then caught her nipples and rolled them until she exhaled a broken sound. She leaned forward, hair brushing his mouth, and he caught a strand between his teeth, tugging. The slight sting made her clench around him. He thrust up hard to meet her and her breath caught. Sweat gathered at her temple and slid down the side of her face; she let it fall. Neither of them looked at the lenses. Their focus had narrowed to the slick slide of skin and the quiet, wet pull each time she lifted off him and sank again, until the sound of their fucking filled the quiet studio like a heartbeat.