Backstage of Guilty pleasures

She walked into his apartment wearing nothing but a short black coat and a knowing smirk. The coat hit the floor, revealing a tight, tanned body and long blonde hair that spilled down her back. He didn't waste time. She dropped to her knees right there in the entryway and took him in her mouth, sucking him slow and deep like she was being paid to enjoy it. He pulled her up, turned her around, and bent her over the nearest surface. She spread for him without hesitation. He spit on his fingers, worked them into her ass, then pushed inside. Victoria moaned and arched her back, taking every inch like she'd been waiting for it all day. He fucked her harder, gripping her hips, while she reached between her legs and rubbed her clit, chasing her own pleasure between each thrust. Later, she rode him on the couch—slow at first, then faster, grinding down until he came deep inside her. She didn't stop moving until he was finished. Then she stood up, wiped her mouth, and smiled like she already knew she'd be invited back.