Pleasure Parlour - Episode 9

In the late-night hush of the Pleasure Parlour, soft leather and warm bodies pressed together. A naked woman straddled the edge of the velvet bench, thighs spread wide, her slick folds glistening under the dim amber light. A male hand slid between her legs, fingers parting her open and stroking in slow, deliberate circles over her swollen clit. Her breath caught, hips pushing down for more. The man leaned closer, his lips grazing her neck, and she felt another finger slip inside, curling to find that soft spot that made her moan without holding back. Every wet sound echoed low and obscene. She reached back, grasping his wrist, guiding the pace, grinding onto his hand until her body shook and her thighs trembled around him. He kept her open, kept her dripping, and the heat inside her built until she could hardly breathe. One last thrust of his fingers sent her over, pulsing hard around him, wet heat spilling down his knuckles in a sudden rush.