Yed

Story Script:

NARRATOR: The movie flickered on the screen, but her attention was elsewhere. Her fingers began to trace slow, deliberate circles on his thigh, moving higher with each pass.
ACTOR1: You’re missing the good part, babe.
NARRATOR: He shifted, annoyed, trying to focus on the film until her hand finally closed around the thick outline of his cock through his jeans.
ACTOR2: Fuck, not here... someone will see.
ACTOR1: Then be quiet. I need to feel you.
NARRATOR: Her expert fingers unzipped his fly, freeing his hard dick into her warm, eager hand. She began stroking him slowly, then faster, her thumb swiping over the wetness already beading at his tip.
ACTOR2: Oh shit... your hand feels so good.
ACTOR1: I want you to come for me. Right here.
NARRATOR: He bit his lip, stifling a groan as her rhythm became demanding. His hips bucked involuntarily into her grasp.
ACTOR2: I’m gonna... fuck...
NARRATOR: With a final, tight squeeze from her hand, he came hard, spilling over her fingers with a sharp, choked gasp as the credits began to roll.