Amazing handjob happens at the local cinema!

The dim glow of the cinema screen flickered across the faces of the two strangers seated in the back row, but their eyes were locked on each other, not the movie. Her fingers, delicate but firm, snaked over to his thigh, crawling up like a spider towards his crotch. She could feel the bulge growing under her touch, his cock straining against the fabric of his jeans. She leaned in, her breath hot on his ear, whispering filthy promises as she unzipped him, freeing his thick shaft. Her hand wrapped around it, slick with pre-cum, starting to stroke slow and deliberate, her thumb circling the sensitive tip, making him grunt and shift in his seat. She could feel the tension building in his body, his hips starting to move in sync with her hand, fucking her fist as the movie played on, oblivious to the raw fuckery unfolding in the darkness.

His hand reached out, gripping the back of her neck, pulling her in for a rough, wet kiss. She moaned into his mouth, her hand never stopping its relentless pumping. He tasted her lips, her tongue, his other hand roughly grabbing her breast, squeezing hard enough to make her gasp. She could feel his cock throbbing in her hand, his body tensing as he neared his climax. She sped up her strokes, her hand a blur, her grip tight, milking him for all he was worth. He came with a low groan, his hot cum spurting out, coating her hand and the armrest. She didn’t stop, her hand continuing to work him, drawing out every last drop, her breath coming in ragged gasps. The cinema erupted in applause as the movie ended, but all she could hear was the pounding of her own heart, her hand sticky with his cum, a dirty secret in the shadows of the cinema.