Quick fingering at movie night [Cinema]

The room is bathed in the cold glow of the cinema screen, shadows dancing across the walls as the movie plays unnoticed. She’s sprawled out on the plush seats, skirt hiked up to her waist, thighs slick with a mix of her own juices and the remnants of the popcorn butter. My fingers are buried deep inside her, curling and twisting, fucking her tight cunt with a relentless pace. She moans softly, breath hitching as I add another finger, stretching her wide. The sound of her wet pussy sucking at my hand fills the air, a filthy symphony that drowns out the dialogue on the screen. I can feel her walls clenching around me, her body tensing as I grind the heel of my palm against her clit. Her legs shake, and she grips the armrests tightly, knuckles white as she fights to keep her screams silent. The movie fades into the background as I focus on the task at hand, my fingers slick and glistening, coated in her arousal. I can feel her orgasm building, her body trembling on the edge, and I push her over, fingers pulsing inside her as she comes undone, juices gushing down my hand.

I pull my fingers out, leaving her panting and spent, and bring them to my mouth, tasting her sweetness. She watches me, eyes glazed and lips parted, as I suck her juices off my fingers, one by one. The room is filled with the scent of sex and popcorn, a intoxicating mix that makes my head spin. I lean in, capturing her mouth in a brutal kiss, sharing her taste with her. She moans into my mouth, hands reaching for my belt, eager to return the favor. But I grab her wrists, pinning them above her head, a wicked smile playing on my lips. “Not yet, sweetheart,” I murmur against her lips. “First, I want to make you come again.” Her eyes widen, but she nods, body already responding to my touch as I slide my hand back between her legs, ready to fuck her with my fingers all over again. The movie can wait; right now, all that matters is the filthy, raw pleasure playing out in the dimly lit cinema.