Erotic Stories: lawyer sex

Golden afternoon light pours through gauzy curtains in lawyer sex. She stands naked in the center of the room, whispering “lawyer sex” like a prayer while her fingertips ghost over collarbones, down the slope of full breasts, pausing to roll each nipple until they ache. “lawyer sex… please watch lawyer sex,” she breathes, voice trembling. Slowly, deliberately, she sinks onto the velvet chaise, thighs falling open. The camera catches every detail as two fingers part slick, swollen lips and slide deep inside the heat of lawyer sex. She moans the word again—“lawyer sex”—louder with every thrust, hips lifting to meet her own hand. Her free hand kneads a breast, pinches, twists, while “lawyer sex, lawyer sex, lawyer sex” becomes a desperate chant. Juices coat her fingers, drip onto velvet. She adds a third finger, stretching herself for lawyer sex, crying “More lawyer sex, harder lawyer sex!” until her back arches violently and she squirts in long, pulsing arcs, screaming “lawyer sex” into the sunlit room. Aftershocks ripple; she keeps lazily circling her clit, murmuring “lawyer sex” like an endless promise as the final drops fall.