Emotions - Part 9

Out back of the club she's got two fingers knuckle-deep in her slick pussy, legs spread against the brick, when some guy walks up carrying a coffee. He's staring like he's never seen a girl masturbate before, cock already pitching a tent in his pants. She doesn't stop. Just keeps working that wet slit, grinning while he fumbles the cup onto a stack of crates and starts stroking himself right there in the alley. Her other hand stays buried between her thighs as she watches him pump his fist, thick cock sliding through his grip. She licks her lips when his strokes speed up, then crawls over on her knees. Mouth first—she takes him to the back of her throat in one wet gulp, gagging once before her lips slide up and down his shaft like she's been waiting for it all night. But she wants those tits involved. She spits on his cock, rubs the mess between her big tits, then squeezes them around his throbbing length. His hips jerk forward as he fucks the soft, warm valley between them, head of his cock peeking out near her chin on every thrust. When he comes, it isn't a fountain—just lazy, thick spurts that paint her cleavage white. She keeps squeezing, working his spend across her tits until every last drop is smeared across her skin like some filthy trophy.