Dame

Story Script:

NARRATOR: The room was thick with heat, the only light coming from the flickering television. He pulled her closer, his hand sliding up her thigh.
ACTOR2: I've been thinking about this pussy all day.
ACTOR1: Then stop thinking and start doing something about it.
NARRATOR: His fingers found her clit through her panties, rubbing slow, firm circles that made her hips buck.
ACTOR1: Oh fuck, right there... don't stop.
ACTOR2: You're already so wet for me. I can feel it soaking through.
NARRATOR: He peeled her panties aside, his thumb finding her bare, swollen clit. She gasped, her head falling back as he pushed two fingers deep inside her.
ACTOR1: Yes! God, your fingers feel so good...
ACTOR2: You're so tight. I can't wait to feel you around my cock.
NARRATOR: He unzipped his jeans, freeing his hard dick. She reached for it, wrapping her hand around his length and stroking him slowly.
ACTOR1: I need you inside me. Now.
NARRATOR: He positioned himself between her legs, the head of his cock pressing against her soaked entrance.
ACTOR2: Tell me you want it.
ACTOR1: I want your dick. I need you to fuck me.
NARRATOR: He thrust forward, burying his entire length inside her in one smooth, deep motion. She cried out, her nails digging into his back as he began to move, setting a relentless, pounding rhythm.
ACTOR1: Oh my god! Yes! Harder!
NARRATOR: He drove into her, over and over, the sound of their bodies slapping together filling the room. Her moans grew louder, more frantic, pushing him closer to the edge.
ACTOR2: I'm gonna come... fuck...
NARRATOR: With a final, deep thrust, he emptied himself inside her, a guttural groan tearing from his throat as her own orgasm crashed over her, milking every last drop from him.