The Player - Part 2

She drips. His mouth is on her like he means it, no hesitation. The leather of the couch creaks every time she rolls her hips, bare skin flushed from the lamp glow. She's open for him, legs parted, cunt glistening, and he slides his tongue in slow circles that make her fingers tighten in his hair. One hand cups her breast, thumb dragging over the hard nipple until her breath hitches. He doesn't tease. He devours her, face buried between her thighs as if this is where he belongs, every lick deeper than the last. Her toes curl into the cushions. The table lamp lights the sweat on her stomach, the way her ribs move when she moans. When he finally stands, cock heavy, she pulls him down, nails marking his back. He pushes inside and she arches, greedy. They fuck the way people do when they've already decided this night won't end clean. She comes first, loud and raw, riding the crest until he fills her with a low grunt, hips stuttering against her thighs. The film ends on their bodies cooling, still tangled. 'Best All Sex Film,' and it's easy to see why.