Lights, Camera, Play - Episode 8

His mouth finds her nipple and sucks hard. She gasps, fingers twisting in his hair. The camera catches every flick of his tongue, every wet sound that leaves her lips. She arches her back, pushing her breast deeper into his mouth, wanting more. Her other hand reaches down, wraps around his cock and strokes him slowly, feeling him throb against her palm. Sweat beads on his shoulder blades as he switches to the other nipple, teeth grazing lightly before he bites down just enough to make her moan. Her legs spread wider on the silk sheets. She guides him between them, the head of his cock pressing hot and slick against her entrance. He pushes in one smooth stroke, filling her completely. The camera moves in close as her cunt stretches around him. She rocks her hips up to meet each thrust, nails digging into his back, leaving red marks that bloom like heat. His pace quickens. She tightens around him, legs wrapped tight around his waist, pulling him deeper. The wet slap of skin against skin fills the room. Her orgasm hits first, a shudder rolling through her whole body. He follows right after, buried to the hilt, spilling inside her with a low groan. The camera lingers on the slow pull out, come glistening at her entrance, running down her thigh in a thin, shiny line.