She Bends over in Fitting Room While I Film Her Blowjob

She knows exactly what she's doing to you. Her lips wrap around him, eyes locked on yours, her red hair falling around her face. She's slow, so slow, teasing every inch. Her body is a curve of flesh and purple fabric, her breasts spilling out as she bends over, jeans yanked down. Her ass is a round, fair globe, his hand reaching out to touch. She turns, just a little, still bent over, looking right at you. Your breath catches, your hand reaching down. How long will you last? Her mouth is back on him now, her rhythm picking up. She's getting faster, harder. You're getting closer. The heat in the room is building. Her eyes never leave yours.

Your pulse is racing now, your ache growing. You can feel it building inside you, the pressure rising with each stroke of her tongue. She's taking him deep, her throat working him hard. His hands are in her hair now, guiding her head. She's moaning softly, the sound vibrating through him. You can almost feel it too, the vibrations of her voice against your skin. Her body is tense now, her muscles straining as she works him hard. Your hand is moving faster now too, matching her rhythm. You're edging closer and closer to the brink now.

But she's not letting up yet. She's going to take him all the way to the edge and beyond. And you're going right with them both.