Pleasure Parlour - Episode 7

She walks in wearing red, barely there. The silk clings to her curves like a second skin. He watches her from the couch. Doesn't move. She stands in front of him and lets the straps fall off her shoulders. The dress pools at her feet. She's naked underneath. He pulls her onto his lap, hands gripping her hips. Their mouths meet hard. Tongues fighting for space. She grinds against him, slow and deliberate. He slides two fingers between her legs. She's wet already. He circles her clit with the pad of his thumb while he pushes deeper inside. She arches her back and moans into his neck. He keeps his pace steady. No rush. Just pressure and heat building. She reaches down to free his cock, strokes him with a tight fist. When he can't wait anymore, he lays her back on the cushions. Parts her thighs wide. Slides in with one long thrust. Her nails dig into his shoulders. They fuck like they've been waiting weeks. Deep, relentless strokes that make her whole body shake. Sweat glistens between her breasts. He leans down to bite her nipple. She cries out. Wraps her legs around his waist and takes him even deeper. The rhythm turns frantic. Skin slapping. Breaths ragged. She comes first. Clenching around him hard enough to pull him over the edge with her. He spills inside, hips jerking. They stay tangled. Breathing heavy. Bodies slick.