SINFUL ENCOUNTERS

Episode 14

THE PRIVATE SCREENING BOOTH PT 3

The silent film moved into its third and final scene; raw, desperate f*****g. Black-and-white bodies slammed together on the giant screen, hips thrusting hard, mouths open in silent cries as the credits started to roll slowly at the bottom.

Sofia climbed back onto Luca’s lap without a word. She reached down, took his long, throbbing c**k in her hand, and lined it up with her dripping entrance. Then she sank all the way down in one smooth motion until he was buried to the hilt inside her tight, wet cunt.

Luca groaned deep in his chest. The heat of her p***y surrounded every inch of him. She was soaked from all the teasing, her walls gripping him like a fist. Sofia settled fully on his c**k, her ass resting on his thighs, and started riding him hard.

She controlled every movement, grinding deep, circling her hips, then lifting almost all the way off before slamming back down.

“Eyes on the screen,” she commanded, voice low and sharp. “You’re going to c*m exactly when the credits finish.”

Luca forced his eyes back to the flickering footage. The couple on screen was f*****g frantically now, bodies slapping together as the white text of the credits scrolled upward.

Sofia f****d him mercilessly, rolling her hips in tight circles that made his c**k rub every sensitive spot inside her. She clenched her p***y around him on every downstroke, squeezing his shaft hard.

The projectionist’s silhouette was still visible through the small glass window at the back of the booth. He wasn’t even pretending to look away anymore. He stared openly, watching Sofia ride Luca’s c**k in the dim light from the screen.

Luca’s hands moved to her ass. This time Sofia didn’t pin his wrists. She let him grip her. His fingers dug into the soft, round flesh, helping guide her as she slammed down onto him again and again. The wet sounds of her p***y sliding up and down his thick c**k filled the soundproof booth.

Sofia leaned forward, her open leather jacket brushing against Luca’s bare chest. Her mouth hovered next to his ear. “Fill your director up,” she hissed, voice filthy and hot. “Give me every drop while he watches.”

Luca’s fingers tightened on her ass. His c**k pulsed hard inside her. He was so close it hurt. His balls were tight and heavy, pressed against her with every grind. Sweat ran down his chest and back. His glasses had fogged up slightly from their heat.

On the screen the credits kept rolling. The desperate f*****g scene reached its peak, bodies moving faster and harder. Sofia matched it perfectly. She rode him with short, brutal slams, her p***y clenching and releasing around his c**k.

Her juices ran down his shaft and coated his balls, dripping onto the velvet seat beneath them.

The projectionist leaned closer to the glass, eyes locked on the way Sofia’s p***y stretched around Luca’s thick c**k every time she lifted up.

Sofia glanced at the window and smiled, dark and satisfied. She didn’t slow down. Instead she f****d Luca even harder, her small t**s bouncing wildly, leather jacket creaking with every movement.

Luca’s breathing turned ragged. “Sofia… I’m so close…”

“Hold it,” she ordered, still riding him without mercy. “Not until the credits end.”

She ground her c**t against his pubic bone on every downstroke, chasing her own orgasm. Her p***y fluttered around him, getting tighter. The wet slapping sounds grew louder.

The credits continued to scroll. Names appeared and disappeared at the bottom of the screen while the couple on film kept f*****g in raw desperation.

Sofia slammed down one final time as the last credit rolled. Her p***y pulsed hard around Luca’s c**k. She came with a sharp gasp, walls clamping down and milking him in strong squeezes. Hot wetness flooded around his shaft as she gushed on him.

Luca exploded at the same moment.

A strangled moan tore from his throat as his c**k jerked deep inside her. Thick, hot spurts of c*m pumped into her cunt, filling her completely.

He kept coming, long powerful jets that overflowed around his buried c**k. White c*m mixed with her juices and leaked out of her stretched p***y, running down his balls and onto the velvet seat.

They stayed locked together as the screen finally went black. The booth plunged into near darkness, lit only by the faint lights. Sofia’s p***y continued to pulse around him, milking the last drops from his c**k. Their mixed c*m dripped slowly onto the seat beneath her.

Sofia leaned in and kissed him possessively. Her tongue slid into his mouth, tasting him while her hips gave one last lazy roll, keeping his softening c**k inside her for a few more seconds.

Then she stood up.

Luca’s c**k slipped out of her with a wet sound. Thick strands of their combined c*m stretched between them before breaking. Sofia’s p***y was red and swollen, c*m already starting to drip down her inner thighs in slow, creamy trails.

She looked toward the small glass window. The projectionist was still there, staring. Sofia smiled at him, calm and confident. Then she spoke loud enough for her voice to carry clearly through the glass.

“Print that.”

The projectionist didn’t move. He just kept watching as Sofia adjusted her silk camisole and buttoned her leather jacket. c*m continued to leak down her legs, glistening on her skin. She glanced back at Luca, who sat slumped in the seat, chest heaving, c**k still wet and shiny against his stomach.

Sofia leaned down and kissed him one more time, soft and slow. “Good performance,” she whispered against his lips. “We’ll review the dailies tomorrow.”

She straightened up, turned toward the door, and walked out of the booth with c*m still dripping down her thighs. Luca stayed behind, breathing hard, the taste of her still on his tongue and the smell of s*x heavy in the air.

The screen stayed black.

Neither of them had any doubt that this scene would be the one they remembered longest.