Fucking Pristine Edge's Pussy In Gloryhole

Pristine walks in from her friend's bridal shower still smelling like cupcakes and judgment. Those women kept pushing marriage like it was oxygen. She lets the door shut behind her and grins. She does just fine on her own. Names just get in the way when you are after the cock, not the guy. She loves that part about the glory hole: pick the dick, skip the story. She strides in wearing her tight pink-and-white sundress, shoulders back, hips rolling like she owns the floor. The screen on the wall is showing some low-budget pounding, bodies slapping on cheap motel sheets. Right on cue a thick shaft slides through the hole, half-hard and bobbing. She smirks, drops straight to her knees, grabs it at the base, and slaps the head against her tongue until it stiffens in her mouth. Spit runs down her chin before she even gets halfway. When it is nice and slick she stands, flips around, backs up, and sinks onto it with one long push. Her dress rides up around her waist; she reaches down to spread her lips so the whole length disappears. No hurry, just long, hard strokes that make her tits bounce in the thin fabric. Eventually she pulls off, spins, and lies back on the padded bench with her knees wide. She rubs her clit in tight circles while the stranger fucks her deep, the wet sounds mixing with whatever moans are coming off the screen. She feels the familiar twitch inside her and knows he is close. Time to switch grips. Both hands around the shaft, twisting in opposite directions, thumb flicking the crown, nice even pressure from balls to tip. He grunts, pulls back, and shoots thick ropes across her lips, chin, and the tops of her breasts. She scoops what she can with two fingers and sucks them clean, swallowing with an appreciative hum as the rest cools and drips down between her tits.