Pleasure Parlour - Episode 4

The leather bench held more heat than the room allowed. She straddled him, knees gripping tight, and took the strap-on to the root on the first slide. A slow burn spread through her belly. She rode in measured strokes, each downstroke grinding the base against her clit until the friction turned sharp and sweet. His wrists stayed cuffed behind his head. He watched her stomach tighten and release, watched the flush climb her throat. When she leaned forward, nipples brushing his chest, her breath caught on a swear. He thrust up once, hard, and she bit her lip to keep the sound inside. Sweat gathered where their skin met. She answered with a quicker pace, the harness creaking, her thighs trembling just enough for him to feel. Her hand found the back of his neck, nails biting in, and she pulled him up until their mouths almost touched. Neither of them closed the gap. They stayed suspended there, breathing the same heated air, moving against each other in a rhythm that promised to break before either gave in.