SINFUL ENCOUNTERS

Episode 13

THE PRIVATE SCREENING BOOTH PT 2

The giant screen kept flickering with silent black-and-white footage as Sofia stood up from the velvet seat. She turned to face Luca, who was still sitting with his shirt open and his hard c**k out, shiny with precum.

Without a word she straddled him slowly, lowering herself onto his lap. Her silk camisole rode up her stomach, and Luca realized she wasn’t wearing any panties underneath. Her bare p***y, hot and slick, pressed directly against the thick ridge still trapped in his open pants.

He didn't realize when she took her trousers off as he was too caught up with the sensations he could feel.

She started grinding. Her wet folds slid along the length of his c**k, coating him with her juices. The heat of her p***y soaked through him as she rocked her hips in slow, deliberate circles. Luca’s hands flew up to grip her hips, fingers digging into the soft flesh.

Sofia immediately grabbed his wrists and pinned them down hard against the armrests on either side of the seat. “You don’t touch until I say,” she said, voice low and firm. “I direct. You perform that's how it works.”

Luca’s breath came fast. His c**k throbbed painfully under her grinding p***y. On the screen behind her, two lovers were f*****g hard on a rooftop at night, bodies moving together in sharp, thrusts.

Sofia kept grinding, her slick p***y lips parting around his thick c**k. She was so wet that every roll of her hips made a soft, wet sound. Her small, firm t**s bounced slightly under the silk camisole, n*****s stiff and dark against the thin fabric.

She reached down between them, unzipped his pants the rest of the way, and pulling his pants to the ground.

This made his c**k very free, it stood straight with veins standing out and the swollen head leaking.

Sofia lifted her hips, positioned the head at her entrance, and sank down just enough to let her tight heat swallow only the swollen tip.

Luca groaned loud, head falling back against the seat. The grip of her p***y around just the head was almost too much.

Sofia rocked shallowly, teasing him. Only the head moved in and out of her, stretching her entrance while the rest of his c**k stayed untouched. “Match their rhythm,” she ordered, nodding toward the screen.

On the screen the couple was f*****g fast and deep. Sofia rose and fell in perfect sync, taking just the head on every downstroke, then lifting off until only the tip kissed her wet lips. She did it again and again, controlling every movement. Her juices ran down his shaft, making it glisten.

Luca’s hips tried to push up, but she kept him pinned by the wrists and controlled the depth. Every time she felt his c**k start to pulse and his breathing get ragged, she lifted off completely. His c**k slapped wetly against his stomach, angry and denied. Sofia wrapped her hand around the slick shaft and stroked him lazily, slow and loose, keeping him right on the edge but not letting him tip over.

“That's too close, breathe. We’re not done with this scene yet.” she murmured.

She edged him three times like that, sinking down on just the tip, matching the silent thrusts on screen, then pulling off and stroking him slowly until the desperate look on his face made her smile.

The film cut to the second scene: a slow, sensual blowjob close-up. The actress on screen took the actor’s c**k deep into her throat, tongue swirling visibly around the shaft.

Sofia smirked. She slid off Luca’s lap and dropped gracefully to her knees on the carpet between his spread thighs. She took his long c**k in her hand, stroked it once, then opened her mouth and sank down.

She took him deep in one smooth motion, lips stretching around his thickness. Her throat opened and the head slipped past the tight ring. Luca groaned and his hips jerked. Sofia held him there, nose pressed against his pubic bone, throat contracting around him. Then she started moving exactly like the actress on screen in a slow, sensual motion, swirling her tongue around every inch as she pulled back, then sliding down again.

Her mouth was hot and wet. Saliva dripped down his shaft and over his balls. She sucked him with perfect control, hollowing her cheeks on the upstroke, then relaxing her throat to take him all the way again. Every time she felt his balls tighten and his c**k start to pulse, she pulled off completely, stroking him with her hand while she looked up at him.

“Not yet,” she whispered, voice husky. “Hold it.”

She edged him twice with her mouth, deep-throating him until his thighs shook, then pulling off and licking lazily around the head while he gasped and begged with his eyes.

After the second time, Sofia stood up again. She straddled him once more, silk camisole bunched around her waist. She took his c**k in her hand, slick with her spit and his precum, and sank down slowly this time, taking him deeper than before. Her tight p***y stretched around his thickness, swallowing inch after inch until she sat fully on his lap, his c**k buried to the balls inside her.

Luca groaned long and low. The heat and grip of her p***y were perfect.

Sofia started riding him, rising and falling in the same slow, sensual rhythm as the blowjob scene still playing behind her. “Deeper,” she whispered, voice filthy and commanding. “Slower. Let me feel every vein.”

She rolled her hips in deep circles, grinding her c**t against his pubic bone while his c**k moved inside her. Her walls squeezed him on every downstroke. Wet sounds filled the booth, her p***y sliding up and down his thick shaft, her juices coating his balls.

Luca was shaking now. His balls were tight and heavy, drawn up close to his body. Sweat ran down his chest. “Sofia… please… I need to come.”

“Not yet,” she said, rising until only the head was inside her, then sinking back down slowly. “You perform until I say cut.”

She rode him through the rest of the scene, controlling every movement, sometimes fast, sometimes painfully slow. Every time she felt him get too close she lifted off completely, stroking his dripping c**k with her hand while she whispered more notes.

“Feel how tight I am. Feel how wet you make me. Hold it. Good boy.”

The film moved to another shot. Sofia glanced at the small glass window at the back of the booth. The projectionist’s silhouette was clearly visible. He hadn’t looked away once. He was watching them.

Sofia smirked at the window. She locked eyes with the dark shape and mouthed the word “Watch” slowly and clearly. Then she sank down on Luca’s c**k again, taking him all the way inside in one smooth motion.

She started riding him harder now, leather jacket still on, silk camisole stuck to her skin with sweat. Her small t**s bounced under the thin fabric. Her p***y made loud, wet sounds as she f****d herself on his c**k. Luca’s wrists were still pinned to the armrests. He could only sit there and take it, c**k buried deep inside her, balls aching with the need to come.

Sofia leaned forward, mouth next to his ear. “The projectionist is watching me ride you. He can see your c**k disappearing into my p***y. He can see how wet I am for you.”

Luca groaned, hips twitching. His c**k pulsed hard inside her.

Sofia kept riding, grinding, squeezing him with her inner muscles. She edged him one final time, lifting off when he was right there, stroking him slowly with her slick hand while he shook and begged under his breath.

“Please, Sofia… I can’t hold it anymore… please let me come inside you.”

She smiled, dark and satisfied, still looking toward the window where the projectionist watched. Then she sank down again, taking every inch, and started riding him with purpose.

The silent film continued to flicker across their bodies, lighting up Sofia’s face and Luca’s desperate expression as she directed every second of their private scene.