The meet

Story Script:

NARRATOR: The moonlit park was silent except for their heavy breaths. They’d been flirting for weeks, and tonight, she finally had him alone on the cold, hard bench.
ACTOR1: I’ve wanted to do this since the first day I saw you in those tight jeans.
ACTOR2: Oh god, please... I’ve thought about nothing else.
NARRATOR: Her fingers trailed down his stomach, slipping past the waistband of his skirt. She found his aching clit, already hard and wet for her.
ACTOR1: So fucking wet for me already. You like that, don’t you? My pretty boy.
ACTOR2: Yes! Don’t stop... your fingers feel so good.
NARRATOR: She pushed one, then two fingers inside him, making him cry out. His hips bucked against her hand. When he was writhing and begging, she pulled out her strap-on.
ACTOR1: My turn now. On your knees, handsome.
NARRATOR: She pinned his slender body down over the bench, the chilly air mixing with their heat. She guided the thick silicone head to his entrance.
ACTOR2: Fuck! Yes, give it to me!
NARRATOR: She thrust deep, filling him completely, setting a relentless, possessive pace under the stars.